Life is a game

"No way Jose!",someone would call out, if I say, "Life is a game." Surely, amongst us there are the serious people. I am one. I take life seriously.

For instance, being a lecturer is based on the fact that I want to do good. For humankind, society and for a life-long learning experience. Learning is good. We become better human beings. There are some things that was thought to me regarding spiritual and religious matters that I try to live up to. Fardhu kifayah or to be able to contribute to society and participate in positive community life.

Then why do I say, "Life is a game."

Provocation is a way to create an understanding and realisation about what constitutes life. However, I don't mean to be a "bully" and provoke people unnecessary. I just feel that I have some insights and some skills (blessed by God) to do things or make things happen in a society. I kept on using my intuition a lot in whatever I do. Sometimes its okay and many times it caused problems for me.

"Life is a game" means that there is a time frame put to life. There are rules and regulations set or interpret by the people who either want the game to happen in a harmonious and conducive manner or to control the proceedings. You can have a referee to implement the rules. Sometimes a whistle is blown when you are caught offside or fouling an opponent. You are not suppose to endanger other people or release your anger and take it out on an opponent. You could be sent off and not participate in life, like "go to jail" or "chill-out".

"Life is a game" also means that the clock is running, while you are in the game. You still can turn the game around by focusing on what matters most and step up on your performance. Say you had a bad 15 minutes of the game, so you analyse and be critical about your performance so far, and then you up your performance by learning quickly about your mistakes and keep focusing on getting better, because you are given the chance to get back into the game.

Sometimes you see someone who inspires you or give you reasons to perform better. So you motivate yourself and up your performance level, so that you get back into the game.

As long as the "final whistle" is not blown, you still have a chance to turn the game to your advantage.

PS - Like even in Islam, it is taught that you still have a chance to redeem yourself, any time before you leave this earth.

Knowing what to do

Sometimes we take ourselves for granted. For other people's sake, we say we can. For other people's peace of mind, we tell them we know what to do.

But often, we don't really know what we are doing?

Life is not made up of perfect packages for display.

It's more complicated than that.

In our religious belief, we are not animals. But we have some of their traits and make-up. For sure we are a living being, made up of cells and DNA...and that we will die. We are not inanimate, that's for certain. What differs us from animals is 'ihsan' or the humane part. The so-called higher part of 'intellect'. We could reason out to be human is to exercise intellect. So intellect is not for the learned but for everyone.

Let's go back to the point of "knowing what to do". To use our cognitive faculties, we become more skillful with our intellect. But there is a thing call common sense and there is a thing call "reality check".

If we do not know what to do, why must we make believe we know what to do? Why is it when we keep on trying to do some things, we keep on 'hitting a blank wall' or keep on 'slipping while trying to grip on the slippery walls of a well'?

Keeping a check on reality, we must first admit that, we do not know what to do. We need help to get it done. So we must call for help.

Sometimes it is so difficult to ask for help. Barriers such as pride, guilt, prejudice, hate or anger may block us from willing it. Pulling us back from saying "help".

Knowing what to do, must first constitute of realising that you know not what to do and asking for help.

The very first step is "to ask" what to do, in order to do it.

"What should I do, God? Please give me your Rope to grip."

It's another day

What's another day when you can't see straight, hugging on blurred edges, trekking back and forth. No end in sight, when you can't wait. It happens because you willed it wrong.

Second wind, where are you?

Just push me up from underneath with your aerodynamics, so I could fly.

An epiphany came and went. Too quickly. During crit.

I caught its back draft. Could not really catch its drift.

Balloons. Many of them, just float below the ceiling. Caught in the maximum of the minimum.

People came and went. Like cameo roles of the untouchables. Unreachable souls.

One day I will lose you. I came from you. You bore me.

My ties with the past will sever. I shall be floating like the balloons.

Maximum under minimum.

It's another day in paradise. Not a manic monday though.

Frustration

Today my design thesis students presented their first semester's work. Usually I would write about this in my "life is a design thesis" blog. But this is about how I feel personally and what its doing to me, so I write it here.

I write today in sheer frustration, about letting down my students. All of them. All of my design thesis studio students.

This is what I feel.

Don't try to make me feel better, because I know better. I know what could have been done better.

There are certain individuals I feel very responsible about because I did not get to them earlier.

I have no excuses except the fact that I realised the head of department's job had to make something 'give in' and in this case its the design studio.

Their is a lecturer who is concerned about the fact that I have the head of department's job and I agree its true, it affects the design studio. In fact the design studio marks are not bad, but I know the truth. I know that it could have been much better.

I want to tell my students why...

But having someone take my place may not help the situation. The grades may be the same though but I need to get real...

There must be a way to make it much better, next semester.

Automatic Pilot

I was at the faculty's lobby when I called out to a student to deliver something to the studio rep. After the transaction completed I said to him " Ah, I am on automatic pilot!" That's because I gave him something that I thought of giving three days ago, but the agenda had changed and it was obsolete. Hence, I was giving something today which I was suppose to be giving three days ago (as an auto-pilot mechanism thing...)

I have morphed into an auto-pilot person!

Of course its early days and I have to adjust myself, pace myself, work out the priorities...and the momentum of working is faster now.

Just don't want to trip and fall. Metaphorically and for real...

Flustered

Nowadays, I am feeling flustered due to the increased workload. It is expected, but only when you are facing it, will you know how it feels. Sometimes it feels like you are caught in the boxing ring ropes and the opponent is punching you mercilessly. So may things are coming at once, blow by blow...

Bruised, but you have got to take the punches. All in your stride and face it with pride. You will make mistakes again and again. And most of all, you are not in control of everything and often, anything...just tide after tide of washing over you...

Being the head of department, you despair for your students, not having the time or enough quality time with them. Before you could take longer breaths and look them in the eye longer to make them sure the understand you. Now its quickly and glibly and just hope to God that the message has been conveyed, let alone internalised.

But there is a time in our life where we are thrown challenges and this is one of them. Just take the bull by the horns...

Second Raya

On the second day of Syawal, I got really sick. I went to the doctor and got a bag of medicine. Now I am just using raya holidays to get better.

A sore throat is really no good when you are a lecturer. Cause the vocal chords and the voice box is the money making asset. Of course the brain is the biggest asset cause no one's going to listen to nonsense (except of course there are exceptions), but anyway, back to my throat...I have to recover before getting back to work.

I think nowadays, its all about survival. Sometimes I feel that I am in a pit and I slowly have to find ways to get out of it, slowly but surely. Sometimes there is a huge mountain to climb, so I need to figure out the next footing to get higher and higher, slowly but surely. I don't think of turning back and least of all, looking down at where I was. I just need to steadily get up. Be resourceful and get my wits about me.

There is a world where we are alone.

This body of mine is temporary. This soul of mine resides in this body of mine, two entities trying to symbiotically help each other. Of course I don't feel the two are separated. Its part and parcel of the whole deal. It's the package!

We are perfect! Yup, just accept it. We are as perfect as we get. It is as good as it gets. A flaw here, a bad leg there, a finger missing somewhere...its nothing when you compare with the big picture.

About getting there...I mean, the bigger picture is about getting there...climbing out of that pit...getting a foothold and a grip...cause there is a reason.

You are a reason. There is a reason for you. God did not make you for fun. You fit in the bigger picture. You are the perfect fit for this bigger picture.

This Raya we have a lot to thank for. First thing is that we are alive. And healthy...(cough) Second thing is we still figure in the bigger picture. So get a toehold, a foothold, a grip and look forward to our destiny. We are destined to complete what is asked of us, even if we do not know yet what it is. As we know, if there is an answer to everything, we do not have to ask. But we kept on asking. because there are so many things that we have yet to learn.

So this Raya, we give thanks to what we had learned and what we will learn in the future. We give thanks to being blessed by so many things, least of all, by people who love us.

Language and us - Part 1

This person gave a very good comment with regards to whether "Language shape what we think?"

The comment was based on this article in Scientific American.

I think this is missing the point of how language impacts thought because it's too specific.

Language and culture impact the way things are considered. English is very unstructured. We make up new words constantly, change the meanings of words as we go, and really do what ever we want to the language to get across an idea. English speaking nations are also generally good at coming up with new things, re-inventing technologies and ideas. We're not terribly good when it comes to the detail of those ideas.

German is a very structured language. It's quite flexible, but the way new things are done is methodical. Words get longer and more specific and refined meanings are tacked on the end. That same structure is evident in the way Germans approach problems and solutions. There's an essential desire to be specific in a result. Most of the German engineers I know would rather not do something then do it in an inelegant way -- where the American engineers I know will solve a problem any way it can be solved, and worry about refining it later.

The Japanese language is highly structured and very finely detailed. The smallest nuance can have a big impact on meaning in spoken, written, or gestural language. It is not, however, very good at re-inventing itself for new ideas or concepts. In fact, most technology words end up being from other languages even if they come from Japan. This shows up in their engineering as well. They're amazing at taking a new concept and refining it, detailing it, and pulling out its essentials to put in an extremely efficient net package. I believe the 'exactness' of their language helps them communicate in a way that complements these traits. There's no vagueness at all.

Obviously these are archetypal social traits and examples will be freely found that don't match -- but there is a reason archetypes ring true on a broad basis.

One question I have though, is which comes first? Does language impact culture as I've described, or did language differences as described result from those cultural traits?

This lead me to the question: Am I what I am as a result of me speaking English or thinking in English?

I don't think I am "English" but totally am Malaysian. The English language is totally part of me being Malaysian.

More on this later

Thinking about Marcel Proust

I am studying Marcel Proust.
His name came up during a "facebook chat".
It was by accident.
I was texting on Annie Proulx but my co-chatter thought I mentioned Marcel Proust.
I looked him up being vaguely familiar with the name. A philosopher I would think. Perhaps French by the sound of it.

I read a review on his work (see link)and am intrigued about what Proust has to say. The reviewer said:

Transitional though it may be, ''In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower'' contains the dramatic, glorious entrance, along the seaside boardwalk in the Norman resort town Balbec, of ''la petite bande,'' the little gang of budding girls led by Albertine, who will become Marcel's passionate, obsessive focus of interest later in the novel. As he immediately recognizes, with both excitement and anxiety, the girls represent ''that extension and potential multiplication of self which we know as happiness.'' But he recognizes also the impossibility of ever fully possessing Albertine: ''My desire for her was desire for her whole life: a desire that was full of pain, because I sensed it was unattainable.'' In the pursuit of that unattainable, Proust gives us an extraordinarily detailed chronicle of desire as exploration, as suffering and as knowledge.

And I also found a quote in a another website:

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

It is extraordinary that Proust set out to explore a human condition, which is abstract, such as "desire", and produced a novel based on it.

I haven't read Proust, but I am intrigued nevertheless by Proust's approach.

Only God Knows

As long as I can remember, my adult life has not been straight-forward. There were so many twist and turns...and where I am now, I did not imagine that I would be here, in this experience. Like this.

I suppose life is like that. Unpredictable.

But that's me. And probably, no two lives replicate their journeys. Probably... only God Knows.

Even if two lives replicate their journeys, the two lives would not know of it. So its a no-brainer.

I have no complaints because I taught myself not to complain. I may whinge or sometimes cringe, but really no complaints. I chose to be here. That is to be an adult. To accept what you have chosen in life.

In fact, when you recite the Al-Fatihah, there is a verse that (translation cut and paste) says:

6. Show us the straight way,

7. The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, those whose (portion) is not wrath, and who go not astray.

We recite this verse over and over again in all our prayer times. Have we asked ourselves "what is the straight way?" and it says in the verse, that the straight way is "the way of those on whom Thou has bestowed Thy Grace", so the next thought is : who are those that God has bestowed His Grace?

In a way it is a figure of speech. Only God Knows whom He bestowed His Grace. Only God Knows. So this keeps us on our toes. That we be non complacent. That we always seek for continued affirmation, through our actions.

Some things are clearly said in the Quran and some things are figuratively speaking, so that we continue with the seeking. The trial and error of life.

So who are those that God Is most pleased with?

Only God Knows.

Missed being a student

I feel when you finished something major like a PhD, suddenly your student ways stopped. You do not have excuses anymore to be a student, to deal with drafts of work and to stay up late finishing work.

Normally one should be happy to get rid of student days and be looking forward to other things in life. Not me. Most of my life (that was happy) was when I was a student.

The other day, I was seriously thinking of doing another course. Something like Creative Writing or Philosophy. But that takes a couple of years for the former and four years for the latter. When will I do that? If its for a short course over the summer that would be possible, during my sabbatical.

When I was in a student state, I only worried for the present and the immediate steps to ensure my survival. But after, I completed my PhD course, I am suddenly entrusted to think about the future. I became increasingly engaged in the disability movement and efforts of the country via the Council work and the department of architecture. I morphed to that older side of me and grey hairs started to pop out more and more, eye bags became saggier...

Am I concern more about how I look or about having to be this person who has to carry all these "adult" responsibilities? Which is it?

It does not matter, but these jobs that I do, its because there is no one else being able to do them, and its a matter of shouldering it because I must. That's why parents look the way they are when they are entrusted with responsibilities that they have to do and no one else would take care of their kids obviously.

Well...I cannot run away from it, it seems, but I do have choices actually, unlike the parents...

To get there

All that you need is there for you.
In front of you.
Its not a mistake.
Where you are at.
You did not come here by mistake.
Just that you do not know where you are going.
Just now.
Just this moment.
It's all kind of blurry.
It is okay.
Nothing is clear-cut unless we 'will' it.
Sometimes we just have to keep on going, for the sake of getting somewhere.
Just on gut instinct.
Intuition.
Perceived notion.
Quiet intelligence.
Whatever it is to get there.

Pause Button

I pressed the pause button and waited. Usually we would press the pause button so that we could do something else or that something has taken us away from watching the video or listening to the music.

Yes, this time I waited. Because I keep on watching and keep on listening without emotion, without asking, just taking in the sights and sound...not really watching, not really listening...just numbing my senses.

Is there somewhere that I have to go or visit? Is there some place that I need to be at? At this juncture in time, I am asking myself because I never gave myself the chance to pause when I pressed for it... why did I press? Didn't I know myself before this? Before the pause... just to let something in, to fill a space and void, devoid of meaning and feeling and it was empty...

It was always empty. Do I need to fill it?

Go with the flow

In order to write a story or a song, why is it that I have to work myself into an emotional state? I have a problem with that because I really cannot fake it. I mean, I cannot "act" that emotional state. I have to have it for real, and then I get the creative juices flowing and when I do write, it then become possible for me to be creative...which means what I write is "flowing", not contrived or self-conscious.

I really adore Haruki Murakami, especially when he suddenly became a writer and he is not preconceived or try to teach people, but he just went with the flow of thoughts...

I want to write like him, free of pre-concepts, easy and flowing...

Revelation

Recently, I went through a period of self-discovery.
They say that when you are in love, you are actually trying to find missing pieces of your self.
When I was 13 years old, I was trying to find myself. I was a lonely kid. I really needed a friend then. Not just any friend.
Looking back now, that friend was not born yet and it wasn't until 33 years later that I met that friend.
I think all my life I kept on trying to find the missing pieces.
Now, I have found them.
That is my story.

Human Imperfection

'In his final hours, he had tidied up the manuscript so that his wife could find it. Below it, around it, inside his two computers, on old floppy disks in his drawers were hundreds of other pages—drafts, character sketches, notes to himself, fragments that had evaded his attempt to integrate them into the novel. This was his effort to show the world what it was to be “a f***ing human being.” He had not completed it to his satisfaction. This was not an ending anyone would have wanted for him, but it was the ending he chose.'

http://thepenguinblog.typepad.com/

I was reading a novel by Murakami, and the story was about human imperfections, and that the protagonist was a 15 year old boy, Kafka, who ran away from home and who met with characters who were like him, who ran away and try to discover themselves. The story juxtaposed with another one, an elderly handicapped man, Nakata, who could converse with cats, on account of an incident that occurred when he was a young boy, where he was unconscious for a long time, and when he woke up, he experienced the lack of memory where he could not remember a thing about himself, his family and everything else. But he could talk to cats.

There is something perfect about human imperfections. It is not an apology or an excuse, but an insight of the human condition that describes the reality of humans are.

Warrior of the Light

I like to read Paulo Coelho's books and now am reading on his latest "Warrior of the Light". This is one of the excerpts reminding me of a lesson that I need to learn.

A Warrior of the Light is never in a hurry.

Time works in his favor; he learns to master his impatience and avoids acting without thinking.

By walking slowly, he becomes aware of the firmness of his step. He knows that he is taking part in a decisive moment in the history of humanity and that he needs to change himself before he can transform the world. That is why he remembers the words of Lanza del Vasto: " A revolution takes time to settle in."

A Warrior never picks fruit while it is still green.

I am getting tired of pretensions or pretentiousness

At this point in my life, I am getting tired of pretensions and/or pretentiousness either by myself or other people.

Visual map thesaurus on pretentious

I don't need all that exaggeration and bravado, and same goes for anyone who puts it on.

Why cannot we deal with the most important things in life? Why must we get into all sorts of drama or scenarios and not really getting to what matters most?

Black and White

Often we live in grey areas, where things are not so clear-cut and we can venture in-between and around the subject matter at hand, which could be relating to others or being involved with dealing with people. It is easier when it's not hard and fast, black and white and plain as day.

Fence-sitters love the grey areas of life.

I try not to be a fence-sitter, but sometimes it is safer.

When you decided to choose to sit on either side of the fence, or when you decided to make it clear, black and white and where you stand, people are not going to like it.

But when you decide and when you do it, the work can begin. The work on your life to move you forward. To learn the lessons waiting to be taught.

Black and white is only about clarity and making the decision clearly.

The Story of Illusion

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.