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I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned




I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say good-bye

6 people in intimate zone?

Personal space is the region surrounding each person, or that area which a person considers their domain or territory.^[1] Often if entered by another being without this being desired, it makes them feel uncomfortable. - wikipedia

Another method of dealing with violated personal space, according to psychologist Robert Sommer, is dehumanization.

i was on my way back home, waiting for the next train from KL central to subang. At 6pm, the station was packed with people, mostly office-goer and student. By large, they were sitting alongside of the chairs provided, with a few lining up at the “green line”. Having cultivated the “line up experience” at sg, I naturally proceed and stood at the line.

610pm, an announcement has been made that the train for 620 is cancel.

640pm, the train arriving. In the shoot of light, a huge crowd rushed up to the line. Forcing us in the front to move forward, there were no such thing as line as everyone was frantically squeezing to the front. I could feel the lady’s breathing down to the back of my neck. A man in suit grabbed and hugged his bag in front, an anxious looking lady griped his umbrella and held across her chest, using it like a shield. I was perplexed by their act, I mean , it is not like they going on war or something.

The train door opened, a uncle holding his wife, sudenely barge in front of me, pushing me away. Few of those men in office suit basically ram into the train, despite the woman in the train screaming no place. Passenger abroad stuck in the motion unable to walk out. It was madness,! Few minutes later, the personnel on duty came to instruct people who still trying to shove themselves to move out of the way to enable passenger to board and the train door to close. A man standing at the edge of the door rim raised his bag above his head for the door to close.

I cant help to notice those that stayed back and gave way to the mad crowd were youngster, or at least same age category with me. I think we’re dumbstrucked seeing those office-goer shoved themselves load themselves into the train. I glanced at her, we both showed a “this-is-madness” expression.

Do we seriously need to pack ourselves to such extreme situation?

Train scheduled at 650pm was cancelled. Why I’m not surprised?

7.10 pm, next train arrived. I'd learnt my lesson and cram to the front line

Door opened. I was pressed on by people moving behind me. a loud cry broke out in front of me. I looked down and realized there were 2 small head cramped in the crowd.

Someone shouted, ‘ADA BUDAK”.

I tried to back up but avail, I couldn’t.

The children’s mother tried to carry both of her children, again, she couldn’t as the crowd still keep pushing. luckily a lady jumped out from her seat and demanded the mother to let her children stand on seat. The children were obviously shocked, and kept crying.

Everyone suddenly turned into a expressionless puppet with stoned gaze. Even the guy who nearly suffocated the child didn’t utter a “sorry”

I stood in the crowd, I couldnt look up as there were a arm stretching in front of me to hold the rail. I couldn’t look straight as I will be starring right into a stranger’s eyes. I couldnt turn to face my right, as there a man with arm extend close to my neck, I couldnt move backward from the lady in front of me as I could feel a lady hand force down on my back. In fact, I was so close to those standing beside me that I could hear their thoughts.

They were saying the same words“ oh god, get to the station I want QUICK”

This must be how my KFC chicken felt when it’s packed container.

I felt violated.

Instead of train, why not just use a huge cargo container and load us in. we may find it more comfortable inside.

Don’t talk about ventilation, as the strong air-con hardly make any dif in such packed train.. The best part is, it started to drip.

Imagine pregnant ladies, children, senior citizens travel on board.

The worst is, imagine those who rely on train day to day to commute to office. ( maybe that;s why they are so good in getting on it-is-impossible-to-fit-in train)

Why we allowed ourselves to be treated in such way?

I bet the mother will think twice before she travel on train with her children.

(p.s I told my parent about the train incident, while I grumble about the inficiency of the train system, they both gave same remark, “haiyah, it is peak hour ma”

apparently during peak hour ,commuters is insignificant and can be allowed to cram up.

Why , don’t nitpick at KXX, they have ‘looked into those issue with great urgency and strive our best to provide the best solution” . if you whine, get a car! Federal highway only need 1hour of jam to travel from kl central to subang. Better than 1 hour + of waiting in line and 40 min packed in hell

the most saddening part is, people would go on saying, “this is Malaysia mar”)

T.T

Today would be the fifth day my dad stopped talking to me......

whenever I try to make a conversation, it end with a uncomfortable silence.

" Take any professional course you like, but ECONS? in Singapore? You can graduate as a acountant, locally with 80k"

"I guess I'm those ordinary people who take ordinary courses" I beseeched.

He sighed.


what wrong with un-professional courses?

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Every day we face choices of one sort or another. It's what we do with those choices that determine who we are, our character, who or what we serve, etc. I have been reminded about choices lately,mostly by my mom.
Everytime she starts talking about education, future, careers...well, my mind flip into auto-mode.

Its not that I'm trying to run away from responsibility, its just, I already made up my mind. Ny mom for sure knew it, she always know, and she is trying to talk me out of it. She sense that I;m going to make unexpected verdict, I hope she respect it.
I make choices every day in our lives. The big choices , I would think and pray more about, feel like i have time to contemplate those choices. But what about the choices I have to make in a split second? Am I living our lives in such a way that those choices will be easy to make? I'm not saying that every choice will be easy or even that we will always make the right choice, but I believe that how we make the little choices says a lot more about who we are and who or what we serve than the big choices do.

Ultimately, choices arent that important. What define us is how we make the most out of it from out choices.

2 years ago, I envy my friend who gets to further their studies, deal with new life, exclaim the " journey broaden up ones mind" theory. But then as time passes, I come to know that grass isnt greener at the other side, but I'll definitely be a different (better) person if I have the chance to see the other side.

I going to NUS, even if I couldnt get law.heck, I almost pray so that i wont get in to law in local Uni.

Life has offer me a different route, and I going embrace it.

Belief, it will bring us down

I've been staying up the whole night, reading "the kite runner" by Khaled Hoseini.

Its about two young men in Kabul ,Afghanistian at 60s. The beginning of the book describe the tranquil life at small city, where life is slow, people held strong faith in their religion, as well as uphold honour in every aspect of life.

Eventually , Amir, the main character, migrate to American after the war started. He leads a new life in the land of freedom, realises his dream to be a writer and married a woman he loves.
however, his fateful past still haunt him, instigate him to go back to Afghan, which ruled by Taliban, to seek redemption of his wrongs.

The book is gripping, owning to its simplicity and little descripiton , leaves your mind to picture the scene in in. I find the part where talibans comes in particularly disturbing, and i wonder, has the situation changed under america's "liberalisation"?

This morning, I came across Geert Wildeer's anti-koran videos @ youtube. its horrid image, filled with such hatred. Is this what they called religion? The way they shout out the name of god, devotedly, without any doubt on their horrendous act.

God is fair and wise, they said.

I totally agree. however, human is definitely not fair, and far from wise. Misintrepretation prone to happen. Thats the part where others need to stop and think.

I wonder what is khaleed Hoseini;s thoughts about islam. He, after all, still practise it after years living at US....
How he sees islam?