Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Womb to womb to tomb

I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.

Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.

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The day my shadow disappears

The day shall arrive
Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.

Though the sun maybe high up
Falling on everything naked
The day shall arrive
Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.

At any time of the day, months or years
My shadow won’t fall anymore
For when that day come
I shall be entombed
Within the grasp of Mother Earth.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008


Clasping his hands in fear
He takes his feet for a walk
Into an alley where darkness reign
And pinch his writhing conscience.
The pain of war left him orphaned
And a place called home became ashes,
His footsteps clearly imprinted in the ashes
And his fear embedded in his conscience.
The war knows no friends or fiends
The clouded blindness promotes only hatred
Irrespective of sides that win
Many still lives the dead life.
The blooming petals of rose
Too gray to expose its glaring red
The dust that sets have taken the bright from it
A sign nature too is not left in war.

The boy is nowhere amidst the battlefield
Every direction he turns with his hands clasped
Bodies and destruction clearly lay
And his vision gradually blurs.
He knows not that this day the bullets and bombs
Grant on him a status for life to be carried along
Losing the family he once born unto
A new status painfully granted, though he realized not that– an orphan.
The clasped hands tells the tale that can never lie
A young mind is dead in the middle of the night
The war kills every hope to lead a decent trail
Unknowingly he clasps his hands in search of light,

An orphan takes his feet for a walk
Into an alley where darkness reign
And pinch his writhing conscience.

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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Thesis oh thesis

Huh...I sighed in relief. Finally, I have completed my thesis. Four years have passed so swiftly. Days and nights, juggling between work, social life, studies and family, kept me under stress most of the time. And, to add to it, my habit of procrastinating things and my ability to work under a cramped time frame worked both against and with me.

I remember, when I first proposed the topic of my thesis to my lecturer, he straight away approved the topic. But, he silently acknowledged the fact that this type of research is very rare among students in Malaysia. I am not sure of other researchers who might have done this type of research before this. But, I am pretty sure that this topic can open up a new vista regarding the potential of Human Computer Interaction and the usability factors of the software in the rehabilitation and computer assisted learning for the cerebral palsied individuals in Malaysia, particularly at my work place. But, when I asked for some advice from a psychologist from US, who has many years of working experience in this field, I was advised to change the topic as the topic was deemed to be too broad. Things went out of my control as the University board of management for thesis submission has approved and accepted my topic. If I was to change the topic, it means a delay in the process of proposal and approval of the new topic. So, I decided to go on with the current topic, no matter what may happen during the process. I realised I have to find the correct strategy to fine tune my thesis to correspond well to the topic selected.

I spent months in collecting the relevant data while formulating a best mean to present them. Arranging the data too posed difficulties for me because I have to determine which should come first, second and so on. Things were made worst, especially when my lecturer wanted me to use the SPSS program to present the data obtained in the statistical format. Hell, I am not good with statistics. I had to look for assistance from my friend to teach me on how to use the program. Finally, with my friend’s help I managed to layout the data as required, but then, there was another problem. The data presentation was not realistic. I had to admit that my research population is very small, thus the problem with the data presentation. I realised that I am left with no option but to manipulate the data to get to the most realistic statistical conclusion, which I finally managed to do. Thank God for His guiding hand.

My daily scheduled during the last few days before the dateline were really notorious, but I thanked the school holidays because I too get to enjoy at least a month break. This gave me the much needed time to do the thesis. Daily, I would sit in front of my laptop staring at the words to make final edition to the thesis. I was very worried and wanted to ensure that everything to be well presented and meet the requirement of the topic chosen. Though I have completed most of the chapters, the last minute works pushed me into a very narrow time tunnel, till I was forced to request for some extension. I was granted a week extension by the University authorities. This extension gave me the time to bind my work and submit it in the form required by the University. Finally on the 5th January 2008, I submitted my thesis to the University. This relieved me of many things especially the mental stress.

I thank the Great Lord whose invisible shadow followed me every second till I manage to complete my thesis. I also thank my friends for their assistance and encouragement during the period.

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Sunday, January 13, 2008


Take me away
but not far,
lead me far
but not away,

from that blissful
noise of silence.

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