It was a good lesson to learn. Between illusion and reality. Now I know the difference clearly, and how this relate to the Quran, with regards to how we need to overcome our barriers and shatter the illusions around us. You see, the story about the 'devil' or 'syaitan' is about the 'illusion/s' that we create to cope with life's difficulties. At first it would ease the pain and make it bearable and make us happier, but we cannot continue with the illusion that we create. In this 'dream-state' we ignore reality around us and the work that we need to do. We can keep up appearance but in reality we are 'lost' in this illusion. Almost always this illusion makes us happy and we could go on forever lying to ourselves, but reality is where we need to go back to. It is so painful to shatter an illusion, but it has to be done. Of course, it is a journey or a part of the journey of discovering ourselves, but sometimes we have to know when to stop and embark on another journey.
The truth need to be faced in order for the illusion to end. Like what they say, reality bites, and always it bites hard and hurts.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
What is inspiration.
What is an inspiration?
An inspiration can come in different forms. In a form of a object of desire, something you want or need, a person, an animal, flora, fauna, story, poetry, song or an abstract. An inspiration could also be bad for your health but yet make you alive and kicking. An inspiration could be felt like slow fire burning or a volcanic eruption...seismic, cosmic or spasmic. An inspiration could be controlled or be left wild to engulfed you. An inspiration can be a secret or out in the open.
Definition found on the web:
# arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity
# a product of your creative thinking and work; "he had little respect for the inspirations of other artists"; "after years of work his brainchild was a tangible reality"
# a sudden intuition as part of solving a problem
# divine guidance: (theology) a special influence of a divinity on the minds of human beings; "they believe that the books of Scripture were written under divine guidance"
# arousing to a particular emotion or action
# inhalation: the act of inhaling; the drawing in of air (or other gases) as in breathing
I like the definition of the last one: the act of inhaling, but in my interpretation, we can inhale "something" to fill us and inspire us....
An inspiration can come in different forms. In a form of a object of desire, something you want or need, a person, an animal, flora, fauna, story, poetry, song or an abstract. An inspiration could also be bad for your health but yet make you alive and kicking. An inspiration could be felt like slow fire burning or a volcanic eruption...seismic, cosmic or spasmic. An inspiration could be controlled or be left wild to engulfed you. An inspiration can be a secret or out in the open.
Definition found on the web:
# arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity
# a product of your creative thinking and work; "he had little respect for the inspirations of other artists"; "after years of work his brainchild was a tangible reality"
# a sudden intuition as part of solving a problem
# divine guidance: (theology) a special influence of a divinity on the minds of human beings; "they believe that the books of Scripture were written under divine guidance"
# arousing to a particular emotion or action
# inhalation: the act of inhaling; the drawing in of air (or other gases) as in breathing
I like the definition of the last one: the act of inhaling, but in my interpretation, we can inhale "something" to fill us and inspire us....
Saturday, April 11, 2009
After This
After this, things won't be what it used to be.
After this, things will be different.
Another chapter of my life has closed.
I was trying to find out about myself and finally I can put it to rest...those questions, the confusion...
Now it is easy to see everything, every effort, every strain...every thing.
After this, things will be different.
Another chapter of my life has closed.
I was trying to find out about myself and finally I can put it to rest...those questions, the confusion...
Now it is easy to see everything, every effort, every strain...every thing.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Another Episode
Yesterday, I hung out with the boys, I mean, the Design Thesis studio masters, after a lengthy session that started at 10 am in the morning and only finished at 8 pmish.
We ate at Opus in Bangsar. It was nice. Kevin said he thought I deserved it so he paid for my meal. Eventually he paid for the three of us. That was really sweet of him.
He said that I "made a difference" to the studio's work. In terms of the quality produced. Anthony added, "It was the woman's touch you see..." Eh, I am one of the boys meh?
Anyway, I am sort of flattered, but I know its a team effort.
I told the 4th years who will be in the Design Thesis Studio (2009/10) starting this May 2009, that we (the studio masters) have to work as a team. Like a football team, not everyone can be the 'strikers', if not all will start rushing into the goal and no one's going to put it in, as they fight with each other! We have to combine our different talents, our different techniques and perspectives and the end of the day, the maturity and competencies of the students will be the main factor for success.
It's the same with the theory of "spoon-feeding". That does not happen to a mature bunch because this thing they call "spoon-feeding" is to me an insult, if anyone suggest that, and also an insult to the students. As a teacher, you have got to be subtle in your ways. You have to work hard and the timing for action has to come at the right time.
Its not easy when you have to deal with so many of them. When I look at it, I may have neglected some of the students, because they did not fulfill their potential or stayed at the same grade. But then, its up to the student whether he or she wants to "take off the blinkers". (Blinkers are "a protective covering that keeps things out or hinders sight")
Another way of saying this is putting up barriers in order not to progress. Yes, its a general term, but we do this to ourselves from time to time. We are besotted by prejudices and our habits so we might not want to learn new things. Not taking risks or being innovative enough are some of these barriers to progress.
Well, I think the studio did well in general, and I am happy I was a part of the team.
We ate at Opus in Bangsar. It was nice. Kevin said he thought I deserved it so he paid for my meal. Eventually he paid for the three of us. That was really sweet of him.
He said that I "made a difference" to the studio's work. In terms of the quality produced. Anthony added, "It was the woman's touch you see..." Eh, I am one of the boys meh?
Anyway, I am sort of flattered, but I know its a team effort.
I told the 4th years who will be in the Design Thesis Studio (2009/10) starting this May 2009, that we (the studio masters) have to work as a team. Like a football team, not everyone can be the 'strikers', if not all will start rushing into the goal and no one's going to put it in, as they fight with each other! We have to combine our different talents, our different techniques and perspectives and the end of the day, the maturity and competencies of the students will be the main factor for success.
It's the same with the theory of "spoon-feeding". That does not happen to a mature bunch because this thing they call "spoon-feeding" is to me an insult, if anyone suggest that, and also an insult to the students. As a teacher, you have got to be subtle in your ways. You have to work hard and the timing for action has to come at the right time.
Its not easy when you have to deal with so many of them. When I look at it, I may have neglected some of the students, because they did not fulfill their potential or stayed at the same grade. But then, its up to the student whether he or she wants to "take off the blinkers". (Blinkers are "a protective covering that keeps things out or hinders sight")
Another way of saying this is putting up barriers in order not to progress. Yes, its a general term, but we do this to ourselves from time to time. We are besotted by prejudices and our habits so we might not want to learn new things. Not taking risks or being innovative enough are some of these barriers to progress.
Well, I think the studio did well in general, and I am happy I was a part of the team.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Long Release
Yesterday I submitted my transcripts to my PhD thesis examiner. That means I have submitted everything that they wanted me to do. (Who knows what else they want...)
Yesterday, 20th March 2009 marked a "full stop" to my long and winding journey of trying to complete my PhD. I will mark it regardless.
12 years ago, I applied to be a lecturer at University of Malaya (UM), Kuala Lumpur. My father, who was suffering from cancer, on his hospital bed in 1997, told me of his wish that I continue being an academic and that it was to be UM as my destiny. I became a UM lecturer in April 1997. He passed away that year in September 11, 1997.
I read somewhere that grieving the loss of someone close and dear to you needs a form of release. To me, its never a closure and that you will always grieve the person. But learning to release your grief is never easy and ever since I embarked in this PhD journey, I had to constantly seek to find myself, again and again.
What does it mean to 'find myself'. Because you lost someone, you want to get lost yourself. You want to find meaning in what you do. Whether it was worth it, whether it's what you really want. As it was, when I was a lecturer and a PhD student. Many times I felt like quitting due to the slightest reason.
I met different people for different reasons since 1997. I must have done something right to enable me to meet these people who became my friends and close confidante. I would not have survived or made it without these people. My mother backed me up all the way and never pressured me.
The long release has to happen in order for you to gain strength and purpose, because you only have this life to give.
Yesterday, 20th March 2009 marked a "full stop" to my long and winding journey of trying to complete my PhD. I will mark it regardless.
12 years ago, I applied to be a lecturer at University of Malaya (UM), Kuala Lumpur. My father, who was suffering from cancer, on his hospital bed in 1997, told me of his wish that I continue being an academic and that it was to be UM as my destiny. I became a UM lecturer in April 1997. He passed away that year in September 11, 1997.
I read somewhere that grieving the loss of someone close and dear to you needs a form of release. To me, its never a closure and that you will always grieve the person. But learning to release your grief is never easy and ever since I embarked in this PhD journey, I had to constantly seek to find myself, again and again.
What does it mean to 'find myself'. Because you lost someone, you want to get lost yourself. You want to find meaning in what you do. Whether it was worth it, whether it's what you really want. As it was, when I was a lecturer and a PhD student. Many times I felt like quitting due to the slightest reason.
I met different people for different reasons since 1997. I must have done something right to enable me to meet these people who became my friends and close confidante. I would not have survived or made it without these people. My mother backed me up all the way and never pressured me.
The long release has to happen in order for you to gain strength and purpose, because you only have this life to give.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Yesterday the 14th of March 2009
Skipping Things:
I have been skipping things, but I have my reasons. I want to be inspired every day. Not just once in awhile. I get inspired from interactions with my students, by doing my research or my NGO work. But this 'research culture camp'? Something is wrong when I came into the room. Registration... The speaker was uninspiring, the chairman was uninspiring... What do you think we are - robots? We don't want to be there!
Liverpool FC:
Every time I think of Liverpool FC, I want to cry. When I think of what transpired since 2004. The last 'Houllier Year' was tough. And then we had Rafa. Then Owen, Heskey and Murphy left. Then we won the Champion's League in Rafa's first year with a mediocre team. Gerrard almost left but he stayed. Now look at where we are. Pushing United and beating Real Madrid in the Champion's League. Gerrard now scoring the most goals! Torres inspired. Everything seems to fall into place.
Falling into Place:
I never had this for a long time. After all the hard work, everything seems to fall into place. Things fit, feelings calm and work is in progress. And today, Liverpool beat Manchester United 4-1. That is really the icing on the cake. I was so excited and I was making so much noise at the restaurant. It was pure joy!! I don't know how to describe this wondrous feeling of utter joy!
I have been skipping things, but I have my reasons. I want to be inspired every day. Not just once in awhile. I get inspired from interactions with my students, by doing my research or my NGO work. But this 'research culture camp'? Something is wrong when I came into the room. Registration... The speaker was uninspiring, the chairman was uninspiring... What do you think we are - robots? We don't want to be there!
Liverpool FC:
Every time I think of Liverpool FC, I want to cry. When I think of what transpired since 2004. The last 'Houllier Year' was tough. And then we had Rafa. Then Owen, Heskey and Murphy left. Then we won the Champion's League in Rafa's first year with a mediocre team. Gerrard almost left but he stayed. Now look at where we are. Pushing United and beating Real Madrid in the Champion's League. Gerrard now scoring the most goals! Torres inspired. Everything seems to fall into place.
Falling into Place:
I never had this for a long time. After all the hard work, everything seems to fall into place. Things fit, feelings calm and work is in progress. And today, Liverpool beat Manchester United 4-1. That is really the icing on the cake. I was so excited and I was making so much noise at the restaurant. It was pure joy!! I don't know how to describe this wondrous feeling of utter joy!
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Our worldview
How we see ourselves is important because it makes us do the things we do. We interpret from experience what to do next. Our next move and actions are the result of our interpretation of things.
That's why religion and belief is instrumental in developing our worldview.
Embracing a belief system either it is based on a common and accepted religion or not happens to all of us. Even an atheist believes in a system, which could be purely scientific and evidence based.
Our worldview was shaped by forces within and without, meaning developed in ourselves through experience and conditioning and shaped by external and outside influences.
What we choose to do with ourselves involves a process of internalization and reflection and then we act upon these decisions that we made.
When people say that they cannot make decisions themselves, it is more like not wanting to accept the pain if anything goes wrong.
A positive worldview is needed for us to be people who could bring changes to lives of others.
That's why religion and belief is instrumental in developing our worldview.
Embracing a belief system either it is based on a common and accepted religion or not happens to all of us. Even an atheist believes in a system, which could be purely scientific and evidence based.
Our worldview was shaped by forces within and without, meaning developed in ourselves through experience and conditioning and shaped by external and outside influences.
What we choose to do with ourselves involves a process of internalization and reflection and then we act upon these decisions that we made.
When people say that they cannot make decisions themselves, it is more like not wanting to accept the pain if anything goes wrong.
A positive worldview is needed for us to be people who could bring changes to lives of others.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The unexpectedness of things
You know how things are.
You try to bring a constant into your life.
It may be a companion or a friend or a hobby, whatever, some stability into your life.
Something to keep you going and look forward to the day.
When the day is done and dusted, you look forward to the next day.
We would sketch a plan for what's to come, but we will never know, what could be lurking around the corner? Or another way of putting it...the unexpectedness of things.
Actually you do expect these things to happen, but when it actually happened, there and then, you got surprised, probably because you are not ready or maybe because you thought those things should happen a long time ago or something like that.
Because you are used to having predictable events and going through the motions, and then when the 'thing' happens, which you had secretly wanted it to happen anyway, you sort of caught unawares and have to use your wits and wills about you to 'cope' with its presence in your life.
Well, this happened to me recently. I wanted to resist it but I knew it would happen when I am stressed. Things like this always happens when you are stressed.
Unbelievably I managed to make this 'constant' a part of my life now. Don't know how long it will last, but I am enjoying it actually.
You try to bring a constant into your life.
It may be a companion or a friend or a hobby, whatever, some stability into your life.
Something to keep you going and look forward to the day.
When the day is done and dusted, you look forward to the next day.
We would sketch a plan for what's to come, but we will never know, what could be lurking around the corner? Or another way of putting it...the unexpectedness of things.
Actually you do expect these things to happen, but when it actually happened, there and then, you got surprised, probably because you are not ready or maybe because you thought those things should happen a long time ago or something like that.
Because you are used to having predictable events and going through the motions, and then when the 'thing' happens, which you had secretly wanted it to happen anyway, you sort of caught unawares and have to use your wits and wills about you to 'cope' with its presence in your life.
Well, this happened to me recently. I wanted to resist it but I knew it would happen when I am stressed. Things like this always happens when you are stressed.
Unbelievably I managed to make this 'constant' a part of my life now. Don't know how long it will last, but I am enjoying it actually.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Why I love teaching
Did you know that "teaching" gives me such a buzz. It gets me right there, especially when things fall into place.
It's exhilarating, energising, adrenaline pumping and 'you are ready for it' feeling if felt when what you do is translated to your students getting their confidence back. I wish I could psyche up all my students, but it also depends on the students whether they want to be psyche up. Whether they will be ready for the fight.
Crits and presentation are not easy, and it could really drag you to depths of disappointment and pull your self-confidence way down, so you need to get psychologised. Psyche up. It's either you doing it but someone else could do it for you.
It's crunch time for my design thesis students now and for the next 7 weeks.
Get ready for the fight!
It's exhilarating, energising, adrenaline pumping and 'you are ready for it' feeling if felt when what you do is translated to your students getting their confidence back. I wish I could psyche up all my students, but it also depends on the students whether they want to be psyche up. Whether they will be ready for the fight.
Crits and presentation are not easy, and it could really drag you to depths of disappointment and pull your self-confidence way down, so you need to get psychologised. Psyche up. It's either you doing it but someone else could do it for you.
It's crunch time for my design thesis students now and for the next 7 weeks.
Get ready for the fight!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Back to Work
Work. It's a four letter word.
It's not a bad word. But certainly something that I have not really concentrated on lately.
Not that I have been skiving, but maybe slacking.
I don't like past tense. Nor I want to dwell on the past.
I want to work differently now.
I want to work smart.
I have been inspired lately.
Obviously by getting through with my exam.
There is still some life in me to live it up.
I need to get back to work. Intensely.
It's not a bad word. But certainly something that I have not really concentrated on lately.
Not that I have been skiving, but maybe slacking.
I don't like past tense. Nor I want to dwell on the past.
I want to work differently now.
I want to work smart.
I have been inspired lately.
Obviously by getting through with my exam.
There is still some life in me to live it up.
I need to get back to work. Intensely.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
What is my PhD for? (Part 2)
They called me "doctor" every where I go.
Technically I have not got the doctorate yet. It is to be approved in April 2009, that is, if I submit the thesis proper. So I am not jumping around with complete joy yet.
However, it is done and dusted.The difficult part. The PhD Viva examination was completed.
So what's the deal?
I asked earlier about what the PhD is for? Was it for glory and being called "doctor"?
I never sell short of myself and under-perform just because I did not get my thesis done earlier. I was the same as I am now. I am not elevated to some kind of wunderkind or got a higher status just because I passed my viva. Yes, it was a difficult process and I sort of "won" something.
Maybe I won my dignity back or maybe I won my self-esteem, but I did not hide behind things. I made my way around and gave my two cents worth. I tried to put my unfinished thesis aside and concentrated on what is at hand. I did not shy away from other responsibilities but there were times when I had to reduce them.
Yes, I survived those years of not being able to finish my thesis. I functioned fully as a lecturer and contributed to other causes.
My PhD is for me, my mother, my late father, my family, my friends and my students.
The thing is about this PhD, it has assured me that I can write. It gave me immense satisfaction for my writing skills, although it's non-fiction. But at least, I was given good comments on my writing.
I want to keep on writing as it is some positive and affirming. My PhD was so that I could now say that I could author a book. For many more exciting moments to come.
Technically I have not got the doctorate yet. It is to be approved in April 2009, that is, if I submit the thesis proper. So I am not jumping around with complete joy yet.
However, it is done and dusted.The difficult part. The PhD Viva examination was completed.
So what's the deal?
I asked earlier about what the PhD is for? Was it for glory and being called "doctor"?
I never sell short of myself and under-perform just because I did not get my thesis done earlier. I was the same as I am now. I am not elevated to some kind of wunderkind or got a higher status just because I passed my viva. Yes, it was a difficult process and I sort of "won" something.
Maybe I won my dignity back or maybe I won my self-esteem, but I did not hide behind things. I made my way around and gave my two cents worth. I tried to put my unfinished thesis aside and concentrated on what is at hand. I did not shy away from other responsibilities but there were times when I had to reduce them.
Yes, I survived those years of not being able to finish my thesis. I functioned fully as a lecturer and contributed to other causes.
My PhD is for me, my mother, my late father, my family, my friends and my students.
The thing is about this PhD, it has assured me that I can write. It gave me immense satisfaction for my writing skills, although it's non-fiction. But at least, I was given good comments on my writing.
I want to keep on writing as it is some positive and affirming. My PhD was so that I could now say that I could author a book. For many more exciting moments to come.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Back in Malaysia
I cannot deny that I am relishing the feeling of "freedom" after getting through my PhD viva exam on the 28 January 2008 with minor corrections.
I feel my burden being thrown off my shoulders, my despair being flushed down by the rains that greeted me in Malaysia and the exhilaration of the final push towards my destiny - very strong feelings indeed.My PhD years were very tumultuous although there were pockets calm which I learned so much from. I was steering my metaphorical ship through very choppy waters of my life.Nevertheless, as with all great struggles, you gain most. And I did, in terms of insight and lessons learned. They were gifts from God that was unbelievable and I did not expect them. I did not expect anything of that magnitude.
I feel my burden being thrown off my shoulders, my despair being flushed down by the rains that greeted me in Malaysia and the exhilaration of the final push towards my destiny - very strong feelings indeed.My PhD years were very tumultuous although there were pockets calm which I learned so much from. I was steering my metaphorical ship through very choppy waters of my life.Nevertheless, as with all great struggles, you gain most. And I did, in terms of insight and lessons learned. They were gifts from God that was unbelievable and I did not expect them. I did not expect anything of that magnitude.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
What I really want
I never publicly tell anyone what I really want.
I have mentioned in another blog that I wanted to be the "best trainer", but you will only believe it when it happens. And it was more of a rallying call to spur me on. However, I do want to be a very good trainer at the very least although it may not be what I really want.
So what do I really want.
Here we go:
Q: Do I want to be the Dean of the faculty? A: No
Q: Do I want to be the VC of U. Malaya? A: No
Q: Do I want to be a famous political blogger? A: No
Hmm...better change the line of questions...
Q: Do I want to be a famous writer? A: Yes. I want to be like Annie Proulx where people adapt your book into movies.
My God...do I really want that? I actually want that, but my writing sucks. Then I will never get it cause I am being so negative. But "they say" that you can get what you want.
(Reflect. Think....)
I want to be a writer. I want it bad.
I have mentioned in another blog that I wanted to be the "best trainer", but you will only believe it when it happens. And it was more of a rallying call to spur me on. However, I do want to be a very good trainer at the very least although it may not be what I really want.
So what do I really want.
Here we go:
Q: Do I want to be the Dean of the faculty? A: No
Q: Do I want to be the VC of U. Malaya? A: No
Q: Do I want to be a famous political blogger? A: No
Hmm...better change the line of questions...
Q: Do I want to be a famous writer? A: Yes. I want to be like Annie Proulx where people adapt your book into movies.
My God...do I really want that? I actually want that, but my writing sucks. Then I will never get it cause I am being so negative. But "they say" that you can get what you want.
(Reflect. Think....)
I want to be a writer. I want it bad.
In England again
I don't know how many times I have checked through the British borders.
The first time I arrived at Heathrow Airport, it was September 1985. I was 23 years old. I dragged my bags to the Victoria train station trying to get the coach to Leicester.
Leicester was home to me for the next two years. But I was not inspired by the town, although I enjoyed the market in the city centre. I frequented London every two weeks and my weekends were filled with laughter and the feelings of closeness with my friends in Shepperd's Bush. I loved London, so I managed to get my Part 1 training year job at Store Street, five minutes walk to the AA School of Architecture. Most evenings were filled with attending lectures at the AA given by, as I recalled Thom Mayne of Morphosis, Hermann Hertzberger, Peter Cook, Zaha Hadid etc. I continued with my RIBA Part 2 education in London at the Polytechnic of North London. My mentor, Steve Lightbody, who was an associate at Rock Townsend when I did my Part 1 gave me insights on how to be a better designer. These times were the best years when I was in London as I was flourishing both spiritually and mentally. I came into 4th year (1st year at North London) with passion and designed like there was no limitation and the lecturers just let me be. I graduated with a distinction although my 5th year was frought with difficulties in the middle of it. I left in 1991 and returned to London to do my masters at UCL in 1995-96. The year that I spent was not that great as I was in transition then, physically and mentally. My mid 30s were not the best years of my life. But I guess it was necessary in the Plan of things to come. Maybe, most of my 30s were spent in Malaysia and only 2 years in England compared to my 6 years when I was in my 20s?
I spent 3 1/2 years in England in my early 40s. This time I decided to go to Salford, near Manchester. I would say that my stay in England this time was at the very least extremely influential when my development as a person eclipsed when I finally came to terms with myself, spiritually, mentally and physically. The year 2005, my 3rd year doing PhD was so eventful in my life, that when I come to think of that year, I was greatly blessed. The breakthrough that I had was tantamount to me fighting my biggest fear and with it came a responsibility that I never thought I would have to do, which I accepted and still am coming to terms with.
England is my spiritual home, my beginning of many things, and I am proud of this surrogate country of mine, for it bore witness to the many milestones in my life.
So here I am in England again, facing another huge challenge. Facing my truth, yet again.
The first time I arrived at Heathrow Airport, it was September 1985. I was 23 years old. I dragged my bags to the Victoria train station trying to get the coach to Leicester.
Leicester was home to me for the next two years. But I was not inspired by the town, although I enjoyed the market in the city centre. I frequented London every two weeks and my weekends were filled with laughter and the feelings of closeness with my friends in Shepperd's Bush. I loved London, so I managed to get my Part 1 training year job at Store Street, five minutes walk to the AA School of Architecture. Most evenings were filled with attending lectures at the AA given by, as I recalled Thom Mayne of Morphosis, Hermann Hertzberger, Peter Cook, Zaha Hadid etc. I continued with my RIBA Part 2 education in London at the Polytechnic of North London. My mentor, Steve Lightbody, who was an associate at Rock Townsend when I did my Part 1 gave me insights on how to be a better designer. These times were the best years when I was in London as I was flourishing both spiritually and mentally. I came into 4th year (1st year at North London) with passion and designed like there was no limitation and the lecturers just let me be. I graduated with a distinction although my 5th year was frought with difficulties in the middle of it. I left in 1991 and returned to London to do my masters at UCL in 1995-96. The year that I spent was not that great as I was in transition then, physically and mentally. My mid 30s were not the best years of my life. But I guess it was necessary in the Plan of things to come. Maybe, most of my 30s were spent in Malaysia and only 2 years in England compared to my 6 years when I was in my 20s?
I spent 3 1/2 years in England in my early 40s. This time I decided to go to Salford, near Manchester. I would say that my stay in England this time was at the very least extremely influential when my development as a person eclipsed when I finally came to terms with myself, spiritually, mentally and physically. The year 2005, my 3rd year doing PhD was so eventful in my life, that when I come to think of that year, I was greatly blessed. The breakthrough that I had was tantamount to me fighting my biggest fear and with it came a responsibility that I never thought I would have to do, which I accepted and still am coming to terms with.
England is my spiritual home, my beginning of many things, and I am proud of this surrogate country of mine, for it bore witness to the many milestones in my life.
So here I am in England again, facing another huge challenge. Facing my truth, yet again.
Expectations kills you
It happens every time.
When you have your hopes high.
And when you expects too much.
From other people.
Because expectations kills you.
You cannot expect from other people to fulfill your wants.
They owe you nothing.
If they give anything to you, it is from their hearts.
You cannot force people to live up to your expectations.
You just hope for the best.
And enjoy and be blessed with whatever that is been Given.
Because you don't own anyone.
It's just the way it is.
When you have your hopes high.
And when you expects too much.
From other people.
Because expectations kills you.
You cannot expect from other people to fulfill your wants.
They owe you nothing.
If they give anything to you, it is from their hearts.
You cannot force people to live up to your expectations.
You just hope for the best.
And enjoy and be blessed with whatever that is been Given.
Because you don't own anyone.
It's just the way it is.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
To be what you want to be
When I was younger, it was difficult to be what I want to be. I had to break down barriers, within myself, my beliefs and my fears. Don't get me wrong. I am a Muslim more now than ever, but it is different now. I don't mimic any more. I do because I want to.
But we must always be grateful. Clean the slate of ourselves now and then. Purify. So that we could be clearer with our goals. We need to be some where we want to be.
But we must always be grateful. Clean the slate of ourselves now and then. Purify. So that we could be clearer with our goals. We need to be some where we want to be.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Chance to be Heroes
"Give yourself the chance
to be heroes."
(Rafa Benitez – Half time.
Ataturk Stadium. Istanbul.
25th May 2005)
How many of us give ourselves the chance to be heroes?
To be a hero is to be inspired in the highest level of competition.
Why must we compete?
We compete for ourselves to become better than we are.
To be a hero is to be against all odds. And to show up, stand and fight.
to be heroes."
(Rafa Benitez – Half time.
Ataturk Stadium. Istanbul.
25th May 2005)
How many of us give ourselves the chance to be heroes?
To be a hero is to be inspired in the highest level of competition.
Why must we compete?
We compete for ourselves to become better than we are.
To be a hero is to be against all odds. And to show up, stand and fight.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Facing the Truth
I am about to face the truth about my PhD Thesis.
I will just have to be strong and pray to God and submit to whatever that will happen...
I will just have to be strong and pray to God and submit to whatever that will happen...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Fighting Spirit
Where do our thoughts come from?
The Will of God Created us and with it comes the human being that is us, with thoughts and the will to preserve and move forward and flourish and so on...
Somehow that was nurtured by conditions and parental love.
All matter and spirit come from God and human beings are the best example of perfection of all His creations but somehow also the most flawed.
To be able to be a vessel to be energised and expand oneself somehow needs a progressive element, push, desire, will, something to propel us forward, but actually it is not a something linear but cyclical. Something like pouring and receiving. Emptying and silence and then filled and pregnant... like a life force of beauty...
The fighting spirit is the momentum that spearhead the will and desire to fill in and empty out... the momentum could also be a trigger or impetus.
The Will of God Created us and with it comes the human being that is us, with thoughts and the will to preserve and move forward and flourish and so on...
Somehow that was nurtured by conditions and parental love.
All matter and spirit come from God and human beings are the best example of perfection of all His creations but somehow also the most flawed.
To be able to be a vessel to be energised and expand oneself somehow needs a progressive element, push, desire, will, something to propel us forward, but actually it is not a something linear but cyclical. Something like pouring and receiving. Emptying and silence and then filled and pregnant... like a life force of beauty...
The fighting spirit is the momentum that spearhead the will and desire to fill in and empty out... the momentum could also be a trigger or impetus.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
What is my PhD for?
I asked my mother just now "What is my PhD for?" I asked her because I was not serious in my preparation for my viva. I keep on doing other things. And I think I did a lousy thesis. I was really not confident about my thesis. I needed some strength from somewhere...so I asked my mother.
So my mother said "For your mom and dad." So I cried because I had never been a good daughter to them both and the only thing I got now is to give them this.
My mother added that "Remember when your father had to do his PhD and the difficulties he had. You had no problem, only some glitches here and there. Think about your friends and how they had to cope while juggling with their family and problems." My mother would further elaborate.
But the point was that I am so exhausted about the whole thing. I wanted my mother to remind me why I did the PhD.
I need to get back to the fighting spirit. To defend my thesis. Like I have been harping to my students to do. I have to do the same.
I have to think that I have something to contribute to the body of knowledge and that I had something worthwhile done. And that it was not wasting time, wasting paper and money.
I have to get the fighting spirit back, and that was why I have been this way.
So my mother said "For your mom and dad." So I cried because I had never been a good daughter to them both and the only thing I got now is to give them this.
My mother added that "Remember when your father had to do his PhD and the difficulties he had. You had no problem, only some glitches here and there. Think about your friends and how they had to cope while juggling with their family and problems." My mother would further elaborate.
But the point was that I am so exhausted about the whole thing. I wanted my mother to remind me why I did the PhD.
I need to get back to the fighting spirit. To defend my thesis. Like I have been harping to my students to do. I have to do the same.
I have to think that I have something to contribute to the body of knowledge and that I had something worthwhile done. And that it was not wasting time, wasting paper and money.
I have to get the fighting spirit back, and that was why I have been this way.
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