i was procrastinating with facebook while there's a draft essay due tomorrow and i came across something: a debate between mr A and mr H. its really ironic in terms of the way they exchange their thoughts. Oh, believe me, i may not know mr A that much, but at least i know what he's good at; religion. and from what i heard from peeps around, mr H do have 'a huge chunks' of knowledge of religion too. but he's kinda, ill say 'liberal', in the way he thinks about stuff. or God. or not. i dont wanna have preconceived judgments.
And so mr A talks about advertising by putting 'hot chicks' besides a product. well, i know his trying to point out that these ads are trying to take advantage of human's weakest point - nafsu. he compared these and that and so on. and so mr H tries to rebuttal by saying that even toothpaste have different colours of packaging or something. probably something conservative in a way that the purpose of those ads are just simply being attractive ads! well. if thats the case. theres nothing wrong with putting pretty woman with huge breast on ads isn't it?
Well i think that the way we think probably is the best 'gestures' on how we interact with opinions. If you put religion, as in, Islam, or maybe Quran, or whatever, as your medium of judgment or thoughts, then your preconceived ideas would be totally different than thinking the most logical way of how things work. Dude, i mean, really, like, seriously? you cant even live in this world with sanity if logical is your benchmark of thinking. i mean, okay, how does the earth forms itself? like, did it just happened? did it just coincidentally form due to some big bang theory? google that up if you must. but i must say that science doesnt tolerate with everything that past us by. while logical thought is just another word of extrapolating your conscious mind without taking faith into consideration.
Bias or perhaps immatured thoughts does have its ruling in how we think. or act. i mean, when you judge something, do you open up your thoughts? or you're just like, dude, im-not-taking-faith-into-this-mess-cuz-i-dont-even-believe-in-that-kinda-shit kinda thinking
really, i may not know you, but lets not point up fingers. perhaps as im writing this up, even i do have biases on that piece of crap. who knows? we live under metaconscious ideas that really shape up our thoughts. i hope you find your way through hell. or heaven. whichever you want to go. or if u ever believe in it.
the truth is..
that i'm so pissed off for not having to go to turkey with my family next month, that im gonna spend like hell in winterbreak.brazil? usa? argh!!
p/s: i love getting busy every week doing 3 assignments, 2 midterms, 3 problem sets oh and an essay.lets do that again next week! yippee love sarcasm.and sociology sucks
p/s: i love getting busy every week doing 3 assignments, 2 midterms, 3 problem sets oh and an essay.lets do that again next week! yippee love sarcasm.and sociology sucks
pemikiran dalam anjakan paradigma
The impossibleness of getting a dean list is an overrated ideology. Its not impossible, its just friggin'ly hard in a way that i need to nurture my organization of brain mind to develop thoroughly, sickly, annoyingly and fatally. is that just too much?. Concentration in class does have its own graphs of ups and downs. The only thing that stucks the impossibleness on it is how to istiqamahly teach our brain to actually focus in class - take each and every prominent notes, heads up high on what is the lecturer teaching - probably that would be some of moderate ideas on how to tackle istiqamah problems. But when God decides that one day you'll fall sick - demam, batuk, etc. - would that be a constraints to perform your ideal focusing on class and determination of studies? Probably a big leap of paradigm would be needed to overcome the impossibleness. but hey, there's no harm in trying isn't it? the worst scenario could be head cramp or maybe brain disorder.haha.worth it.
curhat letter to God
i think i need taqwa. i need it so bad and i can barely breath without it.
if its even possible to grab it with my bare hands. i don't wanna let go.
it made me feel alive.it comforts me.it never stops pushing me forward.
it tells me bedtime story before i went to sleep.it kisses me goodnight. it helps me to sleep well every night
it pushes away any burden that comes around. or helps me cross the line of struggleness
it helps me to thank God when things goes well. or to feel redha when bad things passes by.
it leads my way. it gives me spirit. it gives me inspiration. it gives me mind-blowing ideas.
it wakes me up when i fell asleep.or loosen me up when i'm over the borders.
but if you can give me some help, just don't stop.ever.i need you the most.today or tomorrow.
Thank You Allah.
Best,
Asyraf
if its even possible to grab it with my bare hands. i don't wanna let go.
it made me feel alive.it comforts me.it never stops pushing me forward.
it tells me bedtime story before i went to sleep.it kisses me goodnight. it helps me to sleep well every night
it pushes away any burden that comes around. or helps me cross the line of struggleness
it helps me to thank God when things goes well. or to feel redha when bad things passes by.
it leads my way. it gives me spirit. it gives me inspiration. it gives me mind-blowing ideas.
it wakes me up when i fell asleep.or loosen me up when i'm over the borders.
but if you can give me some help, just don't stop.ever.i need you the most.today or tomorrow.
Thank You Allah.
Best,
Asyraf
eid eve.
ring ring. Rizal woke me up. it was 11 am. saturday. okay the plan was to go to Chinatown at 9am and pick up groceries for eid menu. and i was fading away from the realms of today by daydreaming. or sleeping. anyway, i rushed. bathed for 5 minutes. trying to fit the contacts into my eyes. okay thats taking too much time. screw the contacts. took the glasses and head off to the streets to catch a tram.
so there wasnt gonna be any chinatown trip. they bought the stuff already when i was sleeping. darn them. ok that shudve been my fault ahah so what. so we walked up to the parliament street in the need of getting some halal butchery. the chicken was there. laid off. waiting for the right guy to pick it up. "8 whole chicken. 12 pieces," i said numbly.ignorantly. without having the thoughts of whats going to happen next. in the mean time, i decided to go to the no frills. a carrefour-like market. bought some more ingredients for the eid menu.
so then i walked back into the halal butchery shop. took my chicks. and that sudden moment just took my breath away. i forgot to ask the butcher to not to take the skins out. i love skinny chicks! lol. i meant to say is that i love chickens skin. im a malay anyway. cholestrol's my bestfriend. and nobody gives a damn.ahah. anyway after painfully regretting our notions that we forgot, i mean, I forgot to tell those chicks-killer to not to let take the skinss off, i shrugged. and let the time passed by. we took off with bags full of ingredients. which will be used as our cookingness.youth style.ahah.
backpain. 4 pm. i had to snug off my pure lazyness so that every inches of my work can be done. hence, i slept. ok that was lazyness.
10 pm. raya eve. it would be an oyster marinated fried chicken. luke and reese was getting their hands on the chicks.with sugar, spice and everything nice, they made a wonderful marination of
chickenation.hands up for the youth nation.lol. anyway we wrapped up and promised to wake up around. what. 6am? yea something like them. just to cook em.
so around 6.30 i woke up and pray to god. hoping for a better life. but that wasn't enough. we started to cook our eid foodies for a better today. and yes it was. they love the food. i love it. it looked ugly but hey wth they finished it all up. so the open house was a blast with everyone coming in and out. which was held after eid prayers of course but its just life when people come and go and we just really don't care about it as long as it made the event an Event.
i think life matters when people starts to apologize. it becomes better when we really mean it. i mean. we mock each other. we apologize. we mock each other again. its like an ecosystem of human stabbing themselves for fun. but i know in the end, it will be a nation of apologize-ness. i hope so.
Salam Perantau 2009 =)
so there wasnt gonna be any chinatown trip. they bought the stuff already when i was sleeping. darn them. ok that shudve been my fault ahah so what. so we walked up to the parliament street in the need of getting some halal butchery. the chicken was there. laid off. waiting for the right guy to pick it up. "8 whole chicken. 12 pieces," i said numbly.ignorantly. without having the thoughts of whats going to happen next. in the mean time, i decided to go to the no frills. a carrefour-like market. bought some more ingredients for the eid menu.
so then i walked back into the halal butchery shop. took my chicks. and that sudden moment just took my breath away. i forgot to ask the butcher to not to take the skins out. i love skinny chicks! lol. i meant to say is that i love chickens skin. im a malay anyway. cholestrol's my bestfriend. and nobody gives a damn.ahah. anyway after painfully regretting our notions that we forgot, i mean, I forgot to tell those chicks-killer to not to let take the skinss off, i shrugged. and let the time passed by. we took off with bags full of ingredients. which will be used as our cookingness.youth style.ahah.
backpain. 4 pm. i had to snug off my pure lazyness so that every inches of my work can be done. hence, i slept. ok that was lazyness.
10 pm. raya eve. it would be an oyster marinated fried chicken. luke and reese was getting their hands on the chicks.with sugar, spice and everything nice, they made a wonderful marination of
chickenation.hands up for the youth nation.lol. anyway we wrapped up and promised to wake up around. what. 6am? yea something like them. just to cook em.
so around 6.30 i woke up and pray to god. hoping for a better life. but that wasn't enough. we started to cook our eid foodies for a better today. and yes it was. they love the food. i love it. it looked ugly but hey wth they finished it all up. so the open house was a blast with everyone coming in and out. which was held after eid prayers of course but its just life when people come and go and we just really don't care about it as long as it made the event an Event.
i think life matters when people starts to apologize. it becomes better when we really mean it. i mean. we mock each other. we apologize. we mock each other again. its like an ecosystem of human stabbing themselves for fun. but i know in the end, it will be a nation of apologize-ness. i hope so.
Salam Perantau 2009 =)
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