Saturday, 14 October 2017

few lesson I learnt from 8th to 13th Oct 2017

Uberfall Hochkirch 
 Hyacinthe de La Pegna - 1760
Source : Wikipedia

There was this engineering project that I got involved for a couple of years, and somehow I resigned from that project almost a year ago.

Back then there was a new batch of staff coming in, and the new senior guy decided that I was not a competent person for the project. And so he told the main con, the client, the consultant, everybody, including myself on quite a daily basis, before he told my boss about the incompetence after I resigned.

I was pissed, but then, life has to go on, and since he's more experienced, and when the company already decided to play the dice on his part, you know you are somehow "not needed" and it's best that if you go gently and quietly so that the new team can move on progressively without hindrance.

In life, at my age, you don't linger on with sadness and melancholics. You just move on.

Hochkirch 
Adolph Menzel - 1856
Source : Wikipedia

When I was un-employed back then, I did few things and started some ventures.

There was this dearest friend back from my university days, somehow contacted me for a chat over a cup of tea.

When I told him, I was un-employed, (I didn't told him about the ventures, the business and CAD drafting works), suddenly he became a bit critical, and sometime after that, he went "invisible".

I knew he was online, because the things that he "likes" keep appearing on my FB timeline, but whatever I "hi!" or "hello", it turned into un-answered echoes.

Hochkirch 
Carl Rochling - 1900
Source : Wikipedia


Surprisingly, last week, I received a call from someone, from the previous project, for a chat over a cup of tea.

As I had bad experiences from previous chats over a cup of tea, I decided to cut straight into the points. No running around the bushes.

I just told him I was busy, and just state what he wants to know, and see if I can help.

He asked me "what is the actual pipe level installed at this bla bla area at this ___ level?"

I could just answered I don't know. That wouldn't be wrong, as I had resigned for almost a year from that project.

I asked him what pipe, and for which mechanical services. You don't simply ask a general question and expects people to give a direct correct answer. Or maybe he ask a general one first to see if I'm interested for the conversation or not,  whether it's worth buying cups of tea for this chat.

He then told me the pipe.

During the early phase of construction, mechanical installers usually installed this sleeves during the formwork phase.

Looking at this photo,



So sometimes this sleeves is installed, so that later these can be used either for the same size or smaller sizes pipe to run. And I kept the record of each, and I remembered it, simply because,

during the early phase of the project, when there weren't many staff and workers, I myself installed those sleeves, while the Bangladeshis formwork workers looked as they had to install additional rebars around the sleeves.

So I told that guy of the value to "what is the actual pipe level installed at this bla bla area at this ___ level?"

Somehow the conversation then got long and boring, and I do have my own things to tend with.

So along the line, I just told the best answer. "Sorry I don't know".


Not to criticize, but, in practice, a competent senior, should do a thorough paperwork and recording of documents. Otherwise, it will haunt everyone when problems arise later.

So taking these stories, plus the arrest of Zamihan and death of Kassim Ahmad,


Lesson 1 : Sardine tin-cans

We are all sardine tin-cans in a way. We have labels, or have labels forced upon us, but inside all of us are just all red.

People can just label you of they dislike you. And people got into shit after too much labelling others.

Based on the labelling, some sardine tin can got dented and thrown away.

We just live in the world of sardine tin can labels.



Lesson 2 : People from the past

People from the past, your dearest friends, schoolmates, university friends, colleagues, everybody changes.

Everybody changes with time.

The thing is, some of your dearest clumsy friends, might now hold senior important positions, or might have "jump over" the "social status". 

At the present moment, with their important present people, present aura, power, position, you can't help but maybe just became a pure embarrassment to them.

So, just let go.

 I have my own loved and important ones at the moment, treasure them. There's no need to cry melancholic shit over those who no longer treat you the same. 

In summary, you got your own life, they got theirs, so live it.


Lesson 3 : Silence might be the best mercy, given onto you.

Previously, when somebody died, people will just give respect.

Nowadays, it can't be helped, that when someone died, people might just be "cynical" about it.

And so, even dead ones, can't escape from shitty criticism and bad mouthing, or as Lesson 1 says, sardine tin can labelling.

Hence I think, if you're forgotten or not needed or heeded, when people doesn't care much, actually then there's no ill speak to you, and it might be that blissful mercy blessed upon you.

You don't have to feel ill over those ill words. Just find peace with your loved ones and God.

Poppy fields


Anyhow I go for an upbeat song, about people, life and labelling haha.
Just that sometimes people who resort to labelling are like the kinds of girls, sung in this song.


Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the nineties
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances
Looking for

Chorus /:
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts
On one-two-three-four-five fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
You get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schan
But we haven't been introduced




Monday, 9 October 2017

some belief in cari makan


Note : Cari makan is Malay for earning a living

I write this, not only because of the "fake dentist" issue, but also reminiscing on some life events.

On 2009, when I came back after working in Dubai for several years, ending up un-employed in Malaysia for few months, oh of course I could not forget what critical words was spoken to me by those people I thought dearest.

"Kau pergi Dubai masa kau belum matang lagi, tu la pasal" (You went there because you were still immature, that's why).

Years later, when I have worked few years in construction in Malaysia, there was this girl whom I liked, and somehow our family knew of each other.

So sometimes, that girl and I Whatsapp on personal matters, and sometimes I showed her my "working place", the construction areas and all.

Her father gave the best appreciative remark that made me realised this relation will not work well.

"Pakcik tengok kau ni pandai tapi bodoh, anak saudara pakcik pun kerja engineer kat kilang, ok je duduk dalam aircond buat kerja, kau ni macam Bangla kerja je pakcik tengok".

In summary, I just translate that her father thinks I works like those Bangladeshis when I can earn a good living working in air-conditioned office.

I find peace in all these critical genius comments, after a belief I found in three books.

Adam Smith - Wealth Of Nations.
Imam Ghazali - Ihya Ulumiddin
Thoreau - Walden.

Adam Smith says in the Chapter Ten  : Of Wages and Profit in the Different Employments of Labour and Stock

"
Fourthly, The wages of labour vary according to the small or great trust which must be reposed in the workmen.


The wages of goldsmiths and jewellers are every-where superior to those of many other workmen, not only of equal, but of much superior ingenuity; on account of the precious materials with which they are intrusted.


We trust our health to the physician; our fortune and sometimes our life and reputation to the lawyer and attorney. Such confidence could not safely be reposed in people of a very mean or low condition. Their reward must be such, therefore, as may give them that rank in the society which so important a trust requires. The long time and the great expence which must be laid out in their education, when combined with this circumstance, necessarily enhance still further the price of their labour."


Imam Ghazali discusses occupation and economic in the Chapter of Ter-celanya Dunia, but if you read through, the concept is not discussed in Islamic religionistic way, but more logical approach, which he discussed the needs of man, why man need to socialise and to be govern, all in all this is done by the demands of economic necessity.

Imam Ghazali's approach in Ihya, for me it's quite the same theme as Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations logic and methodic approach. Only after discussing thoroughly this, that Imam Ghazali asks the students to know the reasons why, and hence not to be to absorbed with the worldly matters.

Thoreau in Walden, also resonates the same theme.

Go read it. Don't ask and debate if you didn't because it\ll be a waste of time.



In summary, I believe, free your mind from comparing with others about success. 

Success is objective.

Man, as age and time flows by, is somehow limited, whether in strength, genius, time, effort, opportunity. etc.

So one does best by what he have rather than what he insist.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

reminiscence and competitions


1.Too much Information - 00:00 
2.Ordinary World - 4:59 

6.Come Undone - 21:56 
7.Breath after Breath - 26:37 

 9.Femme Fatale - 37:13 

 11.Shelter - 46:58 

 13.Sin of the City - 55:50 

 17.Come Undone" (12" mix - Comin' Together) - 1:16:35 
 18.Ordinary World" (acoustic version) - 1:24:00 
19.Too Much Information" (David Richards 12" mix) - 1:29:11

(Note : I only highlighted my favourite tracks from this album)


A. Men are born to compete

Last week, I had this feverish cold for few days. And honestly, I missed my intake of medication for hypertension and diabetes, as I just started working at a new company.

Last Friday, asthma attack, and out of a sudden, I coughed heavily and vomitted green coloured phlegms. I guess my new boss was so disgusted looking at it, that he asked me to excuse myself from work and get proper treatment.

Went back quite late as I was resting at some place before I arrived at my house, hence wife is already at home back from work. We directly went to Hospital Sungai Buloh.

As for always, since there's quite many experience going to hospital, whether private or Government run hospital, there will always be sometime that you will have to wait. A long wait.

Based on this knowledge, I will usually bring along books, the thick-kind of book, sometimes I bring one of the "jilid" of the 7 "jilid" of Ihya Ulumiddin. (Religion book is a common thing to be read when you are sick, as you are at this stage, very honest and very dependent on God).

Not that day, I brought along a book on German Renaissance.

Arrived at the asthma room at the hospital,. the Medic Officer checked the pulse and blood pressure reading before starting the nebulizer treatment. 

As I opened my thick book to start reading, I was surprised when the Medic Officer arrived on a second time, with a wheelchair.

Shit, my blood pressure reading was 165/112. At any time, there's this risk of Stroke or TIA due to that high reading.

I was brought to a Yellow Zone at Emergency Ward of Hospital Sungai Buloh. For a second time, this year, what an achievement.

I was strategically located besides high blood pressure reading patients. A very friendly talkative 30-40 year old Malay "abang" and beside him, an old Indian man.

I saw them very talkative, and quite jovial too. They asked questions to me, which I replied with short messages. I wasn't feeling very well for this kind of "forum". I'm not breathing well, some more to reply to long talks about sickness, hospitals.

The "abang" told me I shouldn't worry, because his blood pressure is 200 something that time. He was quite proud when he told me, on a normal day, he could easily get MC from any doctor.

He seems so proud of his achievements that I had to give a proper head nodding movement, minimumly, to indicate my respect of his "achievements".

The Indian man told me of his heart condition, his previous history of heart.

Hence, I realised, this forum is a competition of "he is macho is the the one who is the sickest yet the presevered of them all". 

Thank god, my asthma condition doesn't permit me to join the forum. The doctor and the Medic officer then proceed to give asthma nebuliser, while monitoring the blood pressure. 

So with that oxygen mask in my face. I read about the rise of Albert Krupp steel business, supplying cannons to Otto Von Bismarck's war to unite Prussia, all while my fellow bedmates continuing their forum of history lesson of blood pressure and sickness.

The malay "abang" then asked the nurse to go to toilet. Somehow they let him go, and after 20 minutes, a commotion among the nurse and the doctor happens, on why the "abang" disappears.

The Public Announcement speaker in the hospital started mentioning the Malay abang to come back to his bed.

The Malay abang smells of cigarrete when he came back.

I was in the Yellow zone for 2 hours plus some minutes. with two nebulizing session, with my blood pressure around 140/90 range.

One personal lesson, is, don't cheat to your doctor. I just told truthfully, that my medication is 8mg of Covapril daily, 1000mg of metformin twice, daily and 80mg of glicazide daily. And I might have skipped taking it because I was not disciplined in my diet.

Because, nationwide, my hospital record is there, the doctor knows what medication they gave and whether I followed it. Thank god, when the doctor checked my sugar reading, it was 9. hence the doctor believed that I can learn to take this medication thing more seriously.

So I was let go early.

The Indian guy couldn't believe that I was let go early, he shouted "ma-ci-bai" (profanities in Cantonese) then started criticising hospitals generally.

He must've felt that it is not fair. The thing is, I believe, it is not a sport or a competition that it has to be fair in the first place.


B. Compete and compete, so that you not end up a loser

The news of that fake "doctor-dentist" who was bailed-up at RM70k by some MGO must have appalled Malaysians.


and her reply pissed many people off.


Somehow, the story is now being turned into a Robin Hood kind of theme.

The lady, poor family, had to become breadwinner,  had to do something, but then people conspired against her, and now when she is bailed, it is a win. the conspirator lose.

So what is right and wrong, can somehow be portrayed as a competition of an underdog going against companies or establishments.


Put religion and some under-dog theme and anything can happen.

That's why there are flat-earthers in Malaysia. Deep inside, the fuel was belief and competition.


The answer to this all can be found in this video Psychology: Defense Mechanisms & Rationalization: "Facing Reality" 1954

Note Update 8 October 2017 :
In a recent video, I understood that the 70k money was from a motorcyclist gang called Dragon76.
Somehow they sympathise with her"fake dentist" father, and did fund collection for her father. Her father was personal friends with these guys.
The money was not from PPIM.

Only that, they didn't expect the girl to come out with that video, and for PPIM to come out with a statement.



C. Reminiscence

So yesterday and today, the fever was still there. So I remembered some nice warm memories in my life, to try make things more positive.

And I remembered Duran Duran Wedding Album, released in 1993.

I was 11 years old. Back then, my mom had this credit card difficulties, that she had to use big portion of her salary to pay off the cards.

So, in order to support the family and cover the loss income, my father, who was a general clerk at UM then, had to do a part time job at night working at a petrol station.

The time was quite tense, as my father felt tired and pressured. Mom was feeling guilty and everyone doesn't feel nice when we're together.

So each people in the family treasure their personal time. For Mom, she usually rent Hindustan videos and watch it after dinner by herself until it was sleeping time. 

Me, I was into listening to music in the radio, and I was find by this Ordinary World song by Duran Duran. One day, I recorded this on a casette tape when the song was played on radio.


I played this on my mom's car-radio everytime she sent me to school around 6.30am.

Sometime later, she bought me a Walkman with this Duran Duran Wedding Album.
Surprisingly, the album released in Malaysia, doesn't have this acoustic track, nevertheless, being 11 years old, I was into the record.

I was lucky when I got good result, and I got into the special class in Standard 6. My mom then never hesitates buying whatever record I wanted since.

I don't know, sometimes, I tend to block people or personal problems and just listens to songs. 
Maybe it is my defense mechanism after all.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

gear up


This week started off with local Malaysia news of Syed Saddiq rejecting Oxford offer, and saying he did it because he wants to save Malaysia (this guy is involved in politics)

http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2017/10/02/syed-saddiq-says-hes-turning-down-rm400k-scholarship/

http://www.themalaymailonline.com/malaysia/article/oxford-confirms-syed-saddiq-scholarship-but-not-amount#HvCgm4V0zv8l7XQa.97

For me, I look at this with a different view, which doesn't involve politics or gimmics.

If you searched the Oxford University web for the info on Master of Public Policy, you will understand 1 thing, it is a 1-year coursework based Master programme.
And it could not be progressed into a Doctorate study, a.k.a. PHD.

If you checked about Public Policy, if you completed the course, actually the job scope that you gonna get are posts in the Government agencies or its think-tanks. There's no demand in the private sector for that, unless, if Saddiq wants to write a critique book on Malaysia government policies.

When I mentioned this in the Social Media, people are just focused on Saddiq being "Sad-Dick", and nothing else. The fella himself was giving immature remarks himself by going political about it; so I guess I was just stupid.

But then, I think, I pitied the Malaysians in the social media, they got so emotioned, and jock-happy seeing someone making fool out of himself, that they couldn't think more than making fun with Sad-Dick jokes, for days.

And when in the same day, there was this video, I just gave up. I give up on Malaysia and its people after I saw this. Whether you oppose the government or not.




We just could not escape our mind to be free from all this politicking and think something beyond, something that is at least productive to our life.



And so, I told myself, gear up.

Forget about the conditions, others small minded talk, just gear up and improve yourself.


And have some purpose in your life, or do something that you like, without caring much about what others think or "likes".

I'm not a great guitarist, I just play for fun. And not only that, I watch these awesome guitar videos because I want my playing to be better, not for anybody else, but just for myself.


And excerpt from the link above:-

Here’s what I’ve always observed: The happiest people I’ve known had some kind of side project to make themselves and colleagues happy. 

Whether it was mentoring new employees, helping to beta test new software, or organizing after-work football games. 

They weren’t getting paid to do these extra things. 

But it sure made them happy.




If you read Malaysia Today (RPK writings), I kinda pity all these political bloggers.

RPK is 67 years old, his daughter is now trying to make into politics, and you know what, on that Syed Saddiq's story, he had to post 2 entries. 

For me, it's not "elegant" for RPK stature, he's that old and previously respected, yet have to give so much attention to that so called "immature" guy.

That's sometimes the price of being too political. You ceased to become a respected idea and become a cheap commodity instead.


My latest interest :-

1. Computering

You have to follow the sequence.




and then you can follow this playlist

This video show how they built the logic gates AND, OR, NOT, NAND, NOR, EXOR and EXNOR into the Integrated Circuits. 

This is more on the hardware programming.

this Youtube user Ben Eateractually programmed the Fibonacci found in the video "Comparing C to machine language" to his breadboard computer he built, described in the Youtube playlist. 
Pretty awesome.

I graduated in Mechanical Engineering, so learning all this computering things, even though it might be basic to some, it felt awesome.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

innerspeaker



My wife shared me in Whatsapp the video of the 16 year old kid who whacked his mother just because he didn't get enough money.

It pains my heart.

Then some days later there was this video interviewing the mother, whom somehow protected the kid from any blame for the "misforgivings" that happened previously.

It pains my heart even more.

Somehow, my wife's break-day is today, she went to my in laws, and went to her sister's house too. Seeing cute baby Chayra and naughty older sister Sabrina.

As she send me photos of Chayra and Sabrina, I thought of something.

The news is negative in some way. NEWS = Notable Events, Weather and Sports.

If something has to be notable, most of the time it is negative in nature.

Like the news about the "dobi" laundry in Johor that was "restricted" to Muslims only, and Sultan Of Johor came out on front page of The Star newspaper saying it is wrong.

If everything is fine, the news will just be dull, there's nothing to be noted, everything is just fine.

But something negative has to be found to be noted, and reported, for you and we to watch, analyse and comment.

What if, those news, don't let it linger too long in the mind, just delete it as you delete those unwanted or noisy Whatsapp message.

Worry about the world going to shit ways? Well it was many years now the earth has turned, million liters blood spill, yet every generation die and born, remembering and forgetting, and in the end, the world progress in some way.

I'm 35 years, and the moments are flying fast then in some months, I'll be 36 years old.

One thing in this short life, take lesson from the news, or if you could not, just forget it, and fill those space in your head with good fond moments.

from their debut album, Innerspeak (2010)

Said the voice from afar,
Don't you know it doesn't have to be so hard? 
Waiting for everyone else around to agree,
Might take too long

When it won't be so hard,
(It won't be so hard)

Well it's true, yes, but you
won't get far 
telling me that you are 
all you're meant to be, 
when the one from our dream 
is sitting right next to me 

and I don't know
what to do
Oh alter ego.

Get them to love you,
While they may depending on your words and wealth,
The only one who's really judging you is yourself.
Nobody else.

Well it's true, yes, but you
won't get far 
telling me that you are 
all you're meant to be, 
when the one from our dream 
is sitting right next to me 

and I don't know
what to do
Oh alter ego.

Instrumental track from this cool album

the original photo for the Innerspeak album cover

It features an image of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in North Carolina, United States. The original image has been digitally altered using the Droste effect in recursion to make it appear as if the image continues into itself, creating a distinctly psychedelic feeling reminiscent of Pink Floyd's album cover for Ummagumma. - Wikipedia

Friday, 22 September 2017

sweet feeling today / 22-24 sept 2018 holiday


Today is a bliss silent event, thank god.

I'm online, while listening to Alvvays 2014 self titled album, while watching FB, the cynical funny exchanges between Thukul Cetak and Neon Berapi, and watching Umaru-chan and Kill Me Baby in Youtube (reading the subtitle while listening to Alvvays song being played).

They were friends, and despite the differences, and the threat of going to court, I guess they are and always be friends that poked upon each other.

Just like the kids in this noisy CC playing games with each other.

I met my mom and my bro the day before, everything and everyone and every story was right and fine.

It looked like it's going to rain, but up to 5 pm, the rain yet to come. The sky is bright with murky colors of heavy clouds filled with water drops that looks like it's going to drop soon.

And yet everything is still windy and dry outside.

Some of my relatives were quite angry due to the change of date of the Awal Muharram.

At first, I shared on my FB about how the date took change, from the Mufti POV, but then i guess it's a mistake when I saw my relatives sarcastic replies.

It was a mistake because I realised it's just silly to get angry since everybody, including those angry relatives,  are actually enjoying the Friday holiday (since the next day is Saturday, so most will just take leave from Friday up to Sunday).

So why bother? Just forget the small things, and stay in this lovely idleness under the bright murky Friday evening sky.

Wish you guys all the peace and the warm happiness.



How do I get close to you?
Even if you don't notice
As I admire you on the subway

When it's dark outside your house
You won't let anybody out
And keep a padlock on your door

One more cocktail
And I'm on your trail

If I should fall
Act as though it never happened
I will retreat
And sit inside so very quietly

How do I grow old with you
Even if you don't notice
As I pass by you on the sidewalk

When it's dark outside your house
You won't let anybody out
You're keeping a dead girl in the closet

One more cocktail
Is it a good time
Or is it highly inappropriate?

If I should fall
Act as though it never happened
I will retreat
And then go back to university

If I should fall
Act as though it never happened
I will retreat
And sit inside so very quietly

Why won't we stop?
Why won't we stop?
Why won't we stop?

If I should fall
Act as though it never happened
I will retreat
And sit inside so very quietly

If I should fall
Act as though it never happened
I will retreat
And then go back to university


Tuesday, 19 September 2017

nonchalant in a boat on a stormy sea

Note : The preposition in the topic is wrong.
            It should be "being non-chalant, on a boat at a stormy sea"
            But then I just leave it like that without edit.




Sukhoi Su-33 and Mig-29K on board the Admiral Kuznetsov in stormy seas
Photo source : FB page Aircraft of the Cold War




Just now I read this.



I followed these guys for years now, from their start in social media, writing and book publishing.

One small thing which I dislike about these guys is about the "menganjing" or "trolling", but then they always write interesting stuff.

And after years, they fought among themselves.




A writer I liked, publicly post in his FB about cannabis, butterscotch cookies, it pains my heart, simply because my childhood friends, and relatives are victims of drug abuse.


It is a bit like diabetes. During the early years, you joke about it, take lightly of the doctors advise.

Then suddenly, shit happens.

For drug abusers, usually something happened drastically, the same like diabetes patient.




A relative of mine had "psychosis", he heard voices.

The problem with us Malays is that we believe in spirits, "jinns", and spent time and effort focusing on that, forgetting that this is actually psychosis that stems from drug abuse.

What I meant by being "non-chalant on a boat at a stormy sea" is, the same feeling of a father, whom found out that his son had this drug abuse problem, but the problem is so severe, the police had come into the picture and took action,
which at that moment of time, the father can't do anything.


All he can do, is just to watch events happen, unfolding in front of his eyes.

The look on his face, is that "one thousand yard stare" type of look.


And truly, all he did, was just to stare non-chalantly in his sinking boat on a stormy sea, accepting whatever fate.


Looking at that writer, and the article by Pipiyapong there, made me feel the same way like that father of the drug abuser.


Monday, 18 September 2017

why I didn't bother to comment about the recent Tahfiz school fire case?

PT-91M Pendekar, photo source : https://www.facebook.com/tanksbeingtanks/


The answer to the question posted in this entry's topic is : bandwagon

Since I had worked in the fire fighting industry previously, I had friends who shared their opinions on the issue, and I learnt then to keep my mouth shut until the authorities finished their investigation.

By the time it occured, so much noise in the social media screwing the Tahfiz schools, pointing mismanagement, so much bla bla. Suddenly everybody is concerned. Suddenly everybody criticise. There's a newspaper which did a study and showed that more than 200 fire cases involving tahfiz schools, with the effect of indirectly implying poor safety. 

Everybody with their chicken noises. Bandwagon.

And somehow people started checking out fire extinguishers price. Some did buy. But some of them, after knowing the price, I realised that their intention was "hey the fire extinguishers are so damn cheap, why didn't the Tahfiz schools bla bla bla....".

I thought due to this Tahfiz case, the people will suddenly realise and had this awareness of fire safety.

But I was wrong. It was just in their lips. Nothing deep really. The tahfiz case, the fire safety are just something to talk about in their idle time.

When the investigation concluded that it was an arson case, those who criticise like a concerned fire safety activist, most of them didn't apologise but still talk, FB post, and tweets about fire safety in tahfiz schools.

Do they really care?

I think actually most people are just following the bandwagons. By few weeks people will just forget and return to the same old shit again. It is just hype and trendy.

To those who really thought of installing fire extinguishers at their home, here are some contacts of KL fire fighting equipment suppliers.

Unique Fire Industry - 03 5131 2731

SRI (Steel Recon Industries) - 03 8023 2323

Eversafe - 03 8024 9898

Fedapi - 03 3344 6482

Fire Fighter Industry Sdn. Bhd - 03 7962 9999


Just my opinion. Whenever you read the latest news about something, try to exercise some prudence. Try to keep your mouth shut and observe. You think it's clever to be critical.

But then, at the end of the day, you are just hyped by what you read or watch on TV. You are indirectly affected actually. Somehow, it will burn your emotion and you feel unhappy.

So relax, just don't get affected. Sometimes it is best to let few days went by and see what happens.

By this, hopefully you can discern the truth from the fictional reality created by the media and the society's "chicken noises".



Crisis feeds the lunacy
All fear the new machine
Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime

It's laid to rest without contest
All hail the new incompetence
Making you see what to believe
A drone in the world of anarchy

Treachery, mysery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Castrate society
Fictional reality

Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
Words become the image of the enemy
You cannot dissect what is correct
Vengeance based on how things are said
Can't see your side - conflicts with mine
Frustrations lead to complete demise

Treachery, mysery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Every trial conspiracy
Compassion is the enemy
Paralyse, criticize
Breaking through the wall of lies

Suicidal hierarchy racing in reverse
Everything that's done today will be tomorrow's curse

Screams in my head preceed your death
Can't hold the rage when the truth is shed
Blind lead the blind line after line
In a world too shallow to defy

Treachery, mysery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Castrate society





Saturday, 16 September 2017

i thought i knew it all

Artist: Megadeth
Album: Youthanasia
Song: I thought I knew it all

Transcribed by: Christopher Heer & David Corrales (solo)
Source: http://www.nebula.on.ca/heer/fivemagics/index.html
              http://megadeth.rockmetal.art.pl
Eb Tuning

 
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Verse
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In verse sing:

Somewhere there's a reason
Why things go like they do
Somewhere there's a reason
Why somethings just fall through
We don't always see them
For what they really are
But I know there's a reason,
Just can't see it from this far




Pre-Chorus
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   May ~be     I        don't             like it,            but          I             have   no choice,
 
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   I             know     there's      somewhere        someone  hears     my          voice
 
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May ~be     I        don't             like it,            but          I             have   no choice, 

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   I             know      that         somewhere,        someone   hears     my     voice


Chorus
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   I thought I knew it all
                                                            I thought I had it made
  How could it end this way?
                                                             I thought I knew


Then this lyric in the 2nd verse:-

Somewhere there's a reason
Why things don't go my way
Somewhere there's a reason
That I cannot explain
Just like the change of season,
Just may not be my turn
But I know there's a reason,
The lesson's mine to learn