Monthly Archives: October 2011

So, what is important now?

I’m pretty sure a lot of people have had the chance to watch Alangkah Lucunya Negeri Ini. I’ve just had the opportunity to watch it today, I liked it.

Being a person who hardly watch movies, television, due to the surroundings i’ve been into that does not permits me to watch the so called idiot box by one of my lecturers back then, I found that it is enlightening to be able to watch such movies which have a lot of content, message, and concurrently, touch one’s heart. It touched mine, at least.

A story of a postgraduate who faced difficulties in getting his desired job, doing his best to practice the knowledge which he have obtained from a journey of education, putting it in a way that would contribute not only to him self but also, to everyone. A practical skill that rarely appreciated in the modern world nowadays.

I’ve learned that the objective that we would like to achieve does not simply permits any actions to be taken in order just to ensure the objective is met. It is the teaching of Islam, of course, that limits this. As for those who believe in Machiavelli, the black hole, perhaps, is the only hindrance.

How beautiful the storyline being put together, it manage to sparks controversy, within me of course, about what is wrong and what is right in the end of the day. And the messages that were brought forward in this movie are crystal clear, that I’ve wished all single souls who were appointed as the leaders of the nation (my Nation, Malaysia) got the opportunity to watch this movie. It is a voice of the people that should be heard, and it was delivered in a fabulous way.

Hey, it is the people who appoint their leaders, isn’t it? thus, watch the movie people. so that we know the leaders who we appointed later are the people who are able to work for us. of course, not only in obtaining the happily ever after ending in this world, but also in the hereafter.

shortly, this movie is beautiful, I like it.

Dreams

*smile*

I used to dreams a lot. I’ve dreams about, as what one would think of the word, all the good things that could have happen to me.

Nowadays it seems I’ve dare not to dream much. Is it because of the fear which was sparked from the bad dreams i’ve had? Or could it be the fear that sparks from the uncertainty about the authenticity of the dreams I’ve had? Or is it just a progression to live in reality, minimising the space of a young gentlemen growing into adulthood to dream?

It could be of many reasons. Yet, one thing is certain.

I do not live in the dream, I live to prove it is not a dream.