Every technology has its day. To me, today was the demise of Windows in my life as I’ve, after 3 years of deliberating, SWITCHED to MAC. So far, it has been liberating. 
NB: I bought it from Switch, and it’s a franchise of Penang’s apple reseller. Talking about coincidence.
A year ago, penultimately, a secluded college of Malaysia has two outcomes, victor and the wretch.
Victors would in a typical fashion celebrate after two laborious years nerding behind books, undocumented time dissenting over a mere one point off a perfect 100, countless hours comparing results while all these came at the expense of scuppering away every single aspects of living and expects nothing unlike a grand ceremony of a grand ‘balik college’ ceremony, walking on the so called red carpet of ones imagination, as if a soldier that has killed thunderous armies worthy of the highest medal of honour of their generation.
The wretch would, affectively, craw on their feet, bowing before the glorious commrades whom the junior admires and these untouchables are inherently called the ‘failed products’. Humility and unity was only a symbol that has no effective representation but a mere publicity stunt to woe new recruits for the college.
It could be a personal vengence or an embarrassment that would last 3 generations, for this poor old chap was unable to untag itself and unshackle the already shackled mind. “What a disastrous mistake,” were the words he could mustered with hints of a dying breathe. A man that has fallen from the highest of all arrogance, once proud of his ability and has never hold back in his harsh critisism of everything deemed unfit in his eyes.
Nevertheless, he has friends behind him, whispering advice that he would later come to regret of not taking it seriously.Regardless of his inequities, he has steadfastly hold few principles that many would understand, principles many of his forebearers have come to appreciate, principles that relive the college tradition that was then on the verge of extinction. He believed it was his responsiblity to uphold it and ensuring it’s continuity.
Fast foward a year later, he’s pondering on his decisions back then, was it for the good of the people? Has it been worth the endeavour? Now, at a junction, he’s given another choice, between ‘what ought to be a well worned path’ and ‘the unkown’. The former seems outweigh the later, though through other’s perspective except his. Pondering incessantly is an understatement as he decides.
When his fragile mind decided, his demeanour belies his decision to take the unkown path, the road not taken. Before he takes on his journey, flashes of what could be of his life a year ago came unflatteringly, as if warning him for the one last time. Has he missed out on life? or is he just starting his momentous life? He murmured, “God have mercy on me” and trudged his way into the wilderness. Then came a brisk wind which brought forth a soft whisper, “Walk on, believe in me.”
With no one around him, he knew it was Him. He prayed silently and set forth his journey. And it started with a weak yet welcoming smile, as if thanking Him for the answered prayers.
If everything goes well, a new member will join our family!
A toy poodle-yet-to-be-named (Read: a pet dog, not a toy)
Will update more on this after the break.
Summer oh summer. Or rather the season of asking ‘So, what’s up in your life Brandon?’
Answer: ‘Let’s see, taking a break of everything in life?’
Seriously, ppl. Not that I’m wasting my youth doing nothing in these 4 months, I just wanna have a quiet time with myself and my other half. Spending time not thinking, for once. My life is littered with work, pressure and expectation, cant I have a carefree life?
It baffles me. (Read: I’m sick and tired of a busy life, need to have a break before I burn out)
Sometimes the wicked mind prays for some minuscule super power (read: to vanish as I wish) either that or some hollywood-exaggeration of a huge magnetic explosion/misile that stops all forms of communication. (Which means I cant blog, dang. Where’s my diary again?)
LEAVE ME ALONE.I need a break. Seriously.
Next up
It has been a year, long gone are the fear, here comes the after effect. Should I forgo what was so-called ‘your future as one of the brightest among all scholars’ and dipped into the world so ‘unstable’ (to quote from my dad) ? Have I lost it all or was I a fluke?
Occasionally I wonder, is this God’s will for me? Or is it a punishment? an awakening perhaps?
I have chosen the path not taken, yet I don’t have the confidence that I’ll pull through.
Lord have mercy on me. Help me. Guide me. Mold me.
Right. Down to business, I’m in the process of updating my website and account so that I’ll be able to upload my own theme that I’m working on. Life’s been good, and summer break has started. Long list of things to do. So wait for my updates!
4 hours to go. With impending judgement day around the corner, timid as always, at one corner, a young battered soldier checks his armour, only to realise one final piece is yet to be attached. With great audacity, he wields his blatantly blunt sword, with no glimpse of what to follow; says his prayers, takes a deep breathe, and as always, whispers to his heart that he’ll be back when the lights pierce through the darkest of clouds. With hope, that one day, his wish will come through. ‘God have mercy on me’, thus, the battle enrages.
Impingement of the unspeakable beheading the remaining remnants of past avidity. With shrieks of uncommon wailing spread waveform-liked to unintended cold-blooded-non-responsive-being, yet no relief is found in the midst of teardrop rain. Millions of questions hang by the loosely attached thread of the cerebral and sanity, unanswered. Mayday.
A phrase so fitting for this man who just couldn’t resist the temptation to whip his fellow ‘mates’ given the chance. How on earth a man with his ‘credentials’ would brandish lawyers who are merely showing their concerns which indirectly affects their profession crazy? If Lingam was jeered for his ‘Correct, correct, correct’, then Nazri’s ‘the government is powerful’, which was said repeatedly during the interview, was nothing short of laughable rhetoric. Dear Minister, who voted for you again? Who’s the one in power? You, the government? Even Lincoln’s Inn would be ashame of their member who has so far fell short of expectation both as a barrister and as a minister who, in any democratic governance, would acknowledge that it’s the people who brought him to power and the same people who gave him the mandate to protect them as enshrined in the constitution.
I find it puzzling as he contradicts himself unwittingly, with periodic ‘I don’t know’ and ‘government is powerful’ decorate a rather below par interview tinged with abashing replies even for a lawyer, much less a minister. Appalling would be an understatement. No words can vividly recapture how much this guy fails to uphold the humongous portfolio which was wrongly assigned to him. He shows little, if not merely shadows, of the man who should be given the job. Basic instinct tells you that such revered personality should be able to draw a clear divide between the conspicuous dichotomy of executive power and judiciary independence. Nazri however, failed so miserably.Kudo, Sir.
He’s just one example of the lots who run our government, so called half-passed-six cabinet. What has happened to this half a century Malaysia? She holds great future with resources, both in human capital and natural reserve, but has so far lived under the weight of her expectations. To call ourselves the leading nation of ASEAN would be an overstatement for we are unable to demonstrate the maturity, apprehension of democracy, and the embracement of human rights which are exemplary of first world nations. History dictates our glorious past, including Parameswara, the founding father of the Malacca Sultanate, who inadvertently carved his name in our history as Malacca was known as the strategic port for traders of all nations and our language, Bahasa Melayu, was known as the lingua franca of traders. Forward 600 years, have we gone to where we should have? Or are we living in the shadows of our illustrious past?
My point is, there’s so much to achieve with what we have, yet we have not being able to effectuate with the gifts bestowed. It’s time for us to reflect on ourselves, as citizens of this once beautiful nation, have we rendered our responsibility to vote? Or the obligation to uphold the divine duty as custodians of the nation? Mine you, the nation belongs to you. Not anyone. So, what say you? Another Nazri among the ranks or new ‘Tony Blair’ of Malaysia? Your choice. While you ponder, your life and the future of your children are in your hands. If I were you, the choice is easy. Isn’t?
Life can be unforgiving at times, striking this poor innocent soul who never saw it coming. Upside down wasn’t the only wave entailed, thunder strikes simultaneously without losing its intensity, lighting cracked open vividly dark skies and fear is everywhere. Dreams falter by the day, hope disintegrate immensely under the fear and darkness where light seems to hide in the arms of God. Where art thou? What happened? What should I do? The first time in his life, he lost all that he has, everything and everything. An ego so badly bruised that even seven men couldn’t get him on his feet, a man so full of confidence is now nothing but a dead body with a dying soul. ‘How is he going to be himself again?’, whispers a man. ‘No one would be able to be themselves again after this, not a living soul can withstand this horror!’, replies another. Will he ever be the same after this? Will it deter him from achieving greatness no man would ever think bout? or Will he be on his feet in no time? What is left of him?
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